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rinhaler · 4 months

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THERE'S NOBODY HERE

CHAPTER SUMMARY: So you're trapped in a cabin with your hot ex who you haven't seen in months as well as his hot friends. Now what? Party and make him jealous, of course.

ex-fiancé!rin x f!reader

WARNINGS : 18+, alcohol consumption, oui'd smoking, shotgunning, lots of flirting, sex talk/discussions, squirting mention, dry humping?? (grinding while dancing), rejection, pet names (baby, princess).

WORDS : 8.6k

notes : this series may be a flop but I like it 😭🫶🏽

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Rin’s eyes lower from staring up at you, instead focusing on talking to his brother and the other guests as he comes into the cabin and finally shuts the door behind himself. They’re all catching up, it’s plain to see how close they all are and how happy they are to see each other.

Even Rin looks uncharacteristically happy to see everyone. Usually, the only thing on his mind is football and training. Maybe the holiday season is bringing out this new side of him.

Though you can’t help but feel a little nauseated. You know Sae is just as surprised to see him as you are, but still, if you trusted your better judgement, you wouldn’t have come just in case this happened. Your fingers curl around the banister tightly as you try to steel yourself.

“I can’t believe this.” you whisper to Chigiri, who runs a soft palm soothingly across your back.

“Come on.” he tilts his head towards the top of the stairs, suggesting you go and reassess the situation in the safety of your bedroom. He leads the way, and you follow hurriedly, not getting the chance to see Rin glance up at you disappearing. “It’s giving main character.” Chigiri can’t help but smirk as he shuts the door behind you both.

“It’s giving… I’m fucked.” you laugh back before screaming into a pillow. You pull it away, your hair messed up a little before Chigiri puts it back into place for you. “I literally can’t believe this is happening. So much for no Rin talk all week!”

“Oh fuck, I know. So much for a rebound, too.” he sighs. You do a fake little cry before genuinely groaning in distress as he thinks. “I mean, you could still do it, but it’ll just end up causing drama.”

“Yeah no way, maybe we should leave?” you suggest, and he doesn’t argue. It might be for the best, it’s an uncomfortable, unexpected change in circumstance and both of you can’t help but feel less welcome. “They’re his friends. We were only invited because he wasn’t supposed to be coming.”

“Plus we can spend the week together anyway since you managed to get out of seeing your parents.”

“Right!” you nod excitedly. “Okay, wanna help me pack and then I’ll help you?”

“Sure. But I don’t need help and I know you won’t help anyway.” he chides, laughing softly as he stands tall and looks around thinking about where to start.

Really, nothing gets done. You talk about packing, but you both end up sitting on top of the bed and gossiping more about what happened.

Rin Itoshi is here.

And you haven’t seen him since the breakup. That awful, painful breakup. Enough time has passed that the memory doesn’t feel as raw. But Christ it still hurts. You can still feel the way tears pricked at your eyes and flooded your lash line as you broke things off with him. They cascaded downwards with no sign of stopping as Rin begged and pleaded, sobbing to give him another chance.

You wanted to.

You remember how agonising it felt to deny him that chance. The fear in his eyes as he realised things weren’t going to be fixed with words and he really was losing you forever. The exact moment his heart broke into pieces will be etched in your mind for the rest of your life. The pain of that vision has dulled but is ever present.

And seeing him, now, look at you with such little care is like a knife tearing into your flesh. His lack of smile is like salt and bleach pouring into a fresh wound.

You do your best to hide a fresh tear rolling down your cheek from Hyoma, but it’s too late. He sits up on the bed and leans over to you to wipe it away. And you know what’s coming, a classic pep talk from him that always make you feel better. Even if he can be harsh, he always knows best.

Just as he’s about to speak, though, the door swings open.

“Oh, sorry, I didn’t— are you two a thing now?”

You shake your head, trying to conceal your red, watery eyes from Rin as he stands in the doorway. Hyoma objects. A little too much for your liking. But there isn’t a single indication of jealousy or relief as Rin listens to him speak.

The thought of you moving on doesn’t faze him at all.

“You’re in my room.” Rin tells you, and you nod.

“Rin! I was just about to tell you that your rooms been taken, you’ll have to—” Sae follows his brother into the room, looking at you with a slight look of sorrow as he can tell how upset you are. And if Sae has noticed, Rin definitely has.

“We’ll be gone soon.” you try to sniffle discreetly. You can’t bear looking at Rin, but your eyes meet his brothers as he cocks his head in confusion. “We were just about to pack and head home. You can have your room back, sorry.” you explain. The brothers watch you as you walk over to the wardrobe and begin collecting your clothes, and you’re thankful for the opportunity to hide your face and wipe your shimmering cheeks.

“You’re not serious, are you?” Sae asks, and all you can do is nod. “Rin was going to take the couch.”

“Was I?” he raises an eyebrow and grimaces at his brother who returns a scathing glare back at him. “Don’t leave on my account. I thought we were going to be mature about this.”

“This is being mature, Rin.” you sigh, finally looking at him. “This is your house. Your friends. It’s okay, it makes more sense for us to leave.”

“Chigiri, talk to her.” Sae requests, only to end up disappointed when Chigiri confesses that he agrees with you. He sighs, but tries to think of a solution. “Look, it’s gonna get dark soon. At least wait until morning? You’ve only been here for an hour or so, and you were excited for this. Things don’t have to change.” he reasons, watching you and Hyoma share a look as you consider it.

“It’s a long drive… icy roads… and he’s right about it getting dark.” Chigiri says to you, quietly, though the brothers can hear. You look at all of them as you think, but you focus on Chigiri as he continues. “Why don’t you move your stuff into my room and then Rin can have his own room?” he suggests.

You sigh, nodding. He starts helping you bring your clothes into his room rather than packing them away, and Rin drags his suitcase into his own room so he can unpack when you’re done.

Sae helps with your stuff, too, sticking around in Chigiri’s room to make sure you’re okay.

“I hope you don’t think I’m setting you up or anything…” he tells you, “I swear he told me he wasn’t coming. He actually told me he’d rather break both of his legs than come here.”

“It’s okay, Sae, I know. I trust you.” you smile at him. Him and Chigiri work well as a team, pretty much taking over and not allowing you to lift a finger as they help you transfer your things to his room. “I still feel like I shouldn’t be here. I don’t feel great and I’m probably going to ruin the mood.”

“Not possible, Rin is the biggest buzzkill without trying.” he laughs, picking up the golden glittery dress Chigiri had noticed earlier. “We’re having a party tonight, definitely wear this.” Sae tells you, handing it to you.

You model in front of the standing mirror in the corner of the room and hold the garment up against your body. It’ll definitely turn some heads, for sure. And even if you can’t actually hook up with anyone, you’re sure you’ll get some attention either way.

“I’m going to town for another booze run, wanna come, Chigiri?” Sae asks, turning focus from you to your friend. Chigiri looks at you inquisitively, like he’s asking permission, but you only shrug.

“I should shower and start getting ready for tonight, anyway!” you tell him. “But you better be back in time to do my hair.” you poke out your tongue.

“Ugh you take forever.” he sighs, heading for the exit with Sae. “Go, go.” he mutters, walking ahead of him until he’s completely out of sight and down the stairs.

“Otoya is coming with us,” Sae tells you. “Ryusei will keep you company if you get lonely.” he smiles, leaving you alone with your thoughts and allowing you to ruminate on the fact you’re stuck in a house with your ex.

Chigiri isn’t back by the time you get out of the shower. You rush across the hall, a little deflated that you’ve downgraded to a room without an ensuite. Though you’re sure everyone is downstairs, your adrenaline is through the roof at the thought of being seen in just a towel.

You make it back to your room unseen, however, locking the door behind you when you get inside. You’ll have to hurry and get dressed in case Chigiri comes back. You’re sure he’s seen you naked countless times through your friendship when you’re too hammered to care, but the thought of him walking in on you with nothing on is too embarrassing to even think about.

YOU: are u still out?

CHIGIRI: yeah we’re heading back now tho

You put your phone away and start to lather yourself in all of your lotions and potions. You’re sure he’ll comment on how overpowering the smell of strawberries and coconut is when he returns but you can’t find it in you to care. You feel so smooth and sweet and invigorated.

There’s a short and vest pyjama set plaguing your mind that you bought brand new that you’re itching to wear. Though when you strip yourself of your towel, you realise you should have brought a dressing gown.

It makes you think about Ryusei.

You’re sure there’s a spare in his ensuite, or if not a spare, he might let you borrow his. You unlock the door to your room once you’re dressed in your barely there loungewear, shivering a little as water still drips and spills across your skin.

The corridor with each room is bare as you look up and down. Though as you walk towards where Sae said Ryusei’s room would be, you spot Rin poke his head out of his bedroom. He sees you, too, barely glancing at you for more than a moment before he goes back inside of his room.

Your stomach churns, nerves getting the better of you. But your eyes soon light up when you see Ryusei leave his own room. You want to call out to him, to run towards him, but he disappears just as quickly when he follows Rin into his room.

It makes you pause, unsure of what to do. You don’t particularly want to see Rin again, but you’d quite like to catch up with Ryusei.

You take a breath, and slowly approach. The door is ajar, though you don’t feel confident enough to reveal yourself. Instead, you rest against the wall. It’s not like you’re eavesdropping, you’re just working up the courage to talk to him.

“Crazy that she’s here.” Ryusei laughs. They’re talking about you, you realise. You slow your breathing and actively make the effort to listen in on their conversation, now. It’s icky and invasive and you hate yourself for it. But you can’t help yourself. You want to know what they’re thinking. Both of them. “How’re you feelin’ about it?”

“Well—” he stops, thinking. It goes silent for a while, and he begins moving around the room. It makes your heart race. Does he know you’re there? Is he about to close the door? You inhale a slow, silent breath, holding it in your lungs for as long as possible. “I’m seeing someone… so I don’t really care.”

“You are? You kept that quiet!”

“You never asked.” Rin responds without missing a beat. “We’re also not friends.”

Ryusei laughs at him, though he isn’t sure if he’s joking or not. They’re friends, right? They talk often enough, and Rin probably sees Ryusei more than he sees his own brother. They hang out a lot outside of practices and games, so he doesn’t doubt that they’re friends, despite what Rin says.

You feel your heart stop beating, you swear.

For the first time, maybe ever, Chigiri was wrong. Rin is seeing someone. He actually moved on. You can’t be mad; you have no right to be mad. Not when you ended things. If you cared about him so much, you wouldn’t have broken his heart. He has every right to move on, and so you do.

Though you can’t stop the way your heart aches. The way it bleeds each time it beats, it’s scarring with every thump. You feel the lashing of a whip lacerating it as it does all it can to keep you alive.

But you’ve died inside.

You can’t help the way your throat suffocates itself with a lump in a desperate bid to gain more oxygen. Your eyes are full. They’re wet and pitiful as you come to terms with the news. Maybe you thought you’d find your way back to each other one day.

After the breakup, he didn’t bother you at all. He took it terribly in the moment. But after, he seemed to shut down completely. Everything was so methodical and planned. He arranged to have his stuff moved out by movers and requested you wouldn’t be there. It was quick and seamless, and you never heard from him again after that.

It hurt.

It stung, in fact.

But in your mind, you hoped that things would change. Even up until now, you hoped you would both grow as people and maybe one day find each other again. You’d be ready to grow up and be who you each needed to be so that you could be together in the right way.

But that can’t happen, now.

You were too hopeful that he’d change for you.

You just gave him the freedom to be someone else’s.

The wood floor creaks as you try and stealthily sneak away, and it doesn’t go unnoticed by Rin or Ryusei. You hear Ryusei question if someone is there, and it makes everything worse. You quickly try and disguise your tears before you reveal yourself, pretending to be on the phone as you stand in the doorway.

“Sorry I was just talking to my dad and pacing around! Bye!” you tell them, hurrying away before either of them can call you out on it. You aren’t sure if they realised you were listening in, and truthfully, you don’t want to know. If either of them were to ask you, you think you’d have a breakdown.

You rush back to Chigiri’s room and lock the door behind you, and for a while, you manage to keep composed. Tears are flowing and you feel horrible about the situation, but you’re surprisingly calm.

“Hey, kiddo,” you hear a soft knock at the door. “Can I come in?” Ryusei asks. And that is when you begin to sob.

You go to the door and unlock it, opening it wide and allowing him to see your puffy eyes and soaking cheeks. He tuts, sorrowfully, wiping your cheeks with his thumbs as he enters the room. He closes the door behind himself again and locks it before guiding you to the bed.

The tears don’t stop, and he keeps wiping them away for you. It hurts. God, it fucking hurts. If you had some hindsight and known he’d move on this quickly, you never would have ended things. You’re realising a lot about the breakup and what a big mistake you’ve made, now. And it’s stupid and selfish and you hate yourself for it.

You know you weren’t happy at the time.

But you were a lot fucking happier than you are right now.

“You heard, then?” he asks. “What were you doin’? Eavesdropping doesn’t seem like you.”

“I— I wasn’t. Not really… I didn’t mean to.” you try to explain, still stuttering and sniffling through your words. He coos and shushes you, trying to calm you down so that you can speak and think clearly. He urges you to take deep breaths, and finally, you can explain. “I was coming to see you and then I saw you go into Rin’s room so I got nervous and hid.”

“Ah,” he nods. “Well, what did you want to see me for?”

“I just… wanted to know if you had a spare dressing gown.” you tell him half of the truth, the other half glued to your tongue and unwilling to be shared. Though his smile, his cheeky, almost intimidating smirk has you folding for him and confessing the rest. “’n I missed you, thought we could catch up.”

He pulls you into his arms and squeezes tight. He can’t even begin to tell you how much he’s missed you. Of course, you’re all busy doing your own thing, but he got to see you way more when you were dating Rin.

You have no idea how much he cherishes those moments you came with them when they travelled to away games. The pranks you played with him and the nights you spent up watching movies and learning more about each other.

He’s never crossed a line with you, ever.

But that doesn’t mean he hasn’t thought about it.

Rin is one of his closest friends. And, at the time, you were his. He’d never dream of making a move on you. He wouldn’t want to ruin his friend’s relationship and break the trust between them.

You withdraw from his hug, though. Your eyes shimmer and twinkle as they look into his wantonly. They’re so flirtatious yet stern in comparison to how wet and desperate your own look. The tension between you is rife, and you swear the only thing that can be heard is the way your heart pounds.

He doesn’t expect you to lean forward.

He doesn’t expect you to tilt your head and close your eyes as your face gets closer to his.

It takes him aback, his eyes widening in shock as he realises what you’re doing. His hands fly to your shoulders, and he pulls away from you, keeping you at arm’s length. You feel every organ plummet through your body as you realise what an idiot you are.

“Oh my God.” you sigh, moving away from him and covering your hands over your mouth in horror. How could you be so stupid? You’re stone cold sober and don’t have a single excuse to fall back on. You just threw yourself at him, and he didn’t give you any indication that he was interested.

“Hey, it’s okay! You’re just hurting, and I’m here.” he starts, getting closer to you and putting an arm around you before you shrug him off and walk away. “Things don’t need to be weird, baby, I understand.”

You scoff, looking at him briefly before your eyes fill with tears again at the sheer embarrassment. He stands up, desperate to hold you. To console you. But you don’t let him. Keeping him away as far as possible as you move away from him and push him, almost angrily.

A turn of the handle at the bedroom door makes you both freeze. The following knock at the door forces you to look at him.

“Don’t tell anyone.” you request, eyes pleading with him as you begin to panic.

He doesn’t speak, heading to the door to see who’s there. You’re relieved when it swings open, it’s Chigiri. He looks a little surprised to see you in your scanty pyjamas with Ryusei in the room. The latter of the men doesn’t say a word as he slips by him. Not uttering a sound or even looking at him as he goes back to his own room.

Chigiri comes in, quickly, locking the door again and setting down the shopping bag.

You see two glasses in his hand, quickly grabbing them and setting them down as he pulls out a bottle of rosé wine from the shopping bag. He holds it up, raising a brow, asking a silent question of whether you want to start the party early or not.

“Pour the drinks, bitch.” you tell him. He laughs, screwing off the lid as you grab your makeup bag and a few different eyeshadow palettes from your suitcase.

“Do I even want to know?” he wonders, holding your glass out to you. You take it from his hand as you walk by and sit at the dressing table with your makeup. He circles around you, grabbing his hair dryer so he can start doing your hair at the same time.

“I tried to kiss him.” you smile, sarcastically. “Tried being very important, because he was horrified. He couldn’t keep me far enough away, Hyoma.”

“Well… you are his friends ex, babe. Give him some credit.” Hyoma tries to reason. “There’s no way he wouldn’t kiss you back otherwise.”

“Oh! Speaking of my ex, he’s seeing someone.” you start laughing hysterically before fanning your hands in front of your face to try and stop yourself from crying. “Remember,” you laugh-cry again, “remember when you said he’s too focused on work to move on? Hahaha!” you continue, grabbing your wine glass and drinking every last drop.

“Oh boy.” Chigiri speaks, downing his own glass before topping them both up. Admittedly, you feel way calmer as he starts brushing your hair. His soft hands raking through your locks almost sends you to sleep. “Who told you?”

“No one, I accidentally overheard. Not that it matters.” you shrug. “We’re definitely leaving tomorrow. I can’t do this.”

“Fine.” he shrugs. “You know what you can do, though? Wear that slutty little dress you bought and give him a show. You’re literally a model, babe. What are the odds he’s found a hotter girlfriend than you? I bet she’s ugly.” Hyoma smiles.

God, he’s the best. He knows exactly the right thing to say every time you’re in distress. You wish you could offer the same support to him. But honestly, his life is pretty well put together. He rarely gets involved in drama. And even when he does, he always knows how to get himself out of it.

“Gonna get your hair looking perfect, okay? Wear that dress, grind on the guys, get wasted. And then tomorrow we can dip.” he explains, and you nod. “Who cares if he’s dating someone? You think he won’t get jealous if you dry fuck his friends?”

“No, you’re right.” you tell him before taking another drink. You aren’t sure if you’re feeling genuine confidence or if the blush pink liquid is rushing straight to your head. It doesn’t matter, though. Everything he’s saying is true. And you’re ready and raring to go. “He was so possessive when we were together.”

He nods, and you both clink your glasses together as you seem to have a solid plan prepared to set in motion.

Although, it’s half-baked as best.

Time flies as you get ready. Your makeup is settled on your face to perfection and Chigiri finishes off your hair, making sure there isn’t a strand out of place. He applauds as he admires his handiwork. He reaches for the bottle of wine, realising it’s empty as he goes to pour himself another glass.

“Fuck sake.” he mutters. He watches you as you stand up, the two of you finally notice the sound of loud music playing from downstairs as the room falls silent. You do a little dance as you strip down to nothing, not caring about your present company. “Oh we’re doing this.” he exclaims, turning away on instinct.

“Oh fuck I’m sorry, I forgot.” you laugh, and now you realise you’re definitely at the very least tipsy. He laughs too, noting how confident you are as you stand completely bare in front of him. It’s something you’re used to, honestly. Doing runway shows gives you no room to be embarrassed about your natural form. But for whatever reason, Chigiri makes you feel shy unless you’re drunk.

“I can’t believe you got a Hollywood wax you whore.” he laughs. “Trying to act like you weren’t trying to fuck but you were prepared!”

“You never know, Chigs~!” you sing a little as you walk to the wardrobe to grab the golden dress. You slip into it with ease. You aren’t allowing it to wear you, though. It’s yours and you own it. There is no doubt that you are the one wearing it, dominating it like it was created for your body and yours alone. “I can still hook up, y’know? We’re leaving tomorrow. Who cares if I stir the pot?” you shrug.

“Listen, if you call me Chigs one more time I’m gonna suffocate you with a pillow in your sleep.” he warns you, and you giggle as you slip into your high heels. He doesn’t dispute your point, though. This might be the last time you see any of these guys. Rin has moved on, and there’s no reason you can’t too. And while you’re at it, you may as well burn every bridge in the process.

“Let’s party.” you wink, opening the door.

You’re greeted to a cacophony of cheers and wolf whistles as you descend the staircase. The boys are scattered around. A few of them in the kitchen, while the others are in the lounge.

Otoya curls his finger from the kitchen, inviting you over to hang out with him and the others. You look over your shoulder towards the lounge. Ryusei and Rin are staring at you with an intense gaze. Of course there’s a chance Ryusei told him that you threw yourself at him, but you’re choosing to believe they’re admiring how hot you look instead.

“You look stunning.” Eita tells you, offering you a puff of his J as he holds it in front of your face. It’s been a while since you got high. You stopped when you started dating Rin, and you didn’t feel the need to pick it back up when you broke up. But, now, you have nothing to lose.

“Thank you.” you smile, accepting the weed and the compliment. You admire the lights as they change colour quickly, making you feel like you’re at a club. You immediately sink into a bar stool as you feel the drugs take hold of your body, weariness hitting you instantly.

Karasu lights another blunt and hands it to Chigiri, who smokes without hesitation.

“Do you want a drink?” Sae asks you both, looking between you as you get more and more comfortable in the group. Chigiri nods, walking around the counter to help him.

He knows what you like, after all.

“She looks fucking amazing.” Oliver comments, standing up from between Ryusei and Rin before he heads over to join all of the action in the kitchen. “Hi gorgeous,” he whispers in your ear as he places his hand in the small of your back. You smile, cheerfully, resting your body into his as he holds you close.

“Pace yourself.” Chigiri warns you, sliding your drink to you. You sniff it, realising he’s poured you some Malibu and coke into a cup. His warning goes ignored, however, as you drink two thirds of the drink before setting it down.

“I’m fucked.” you laugh, staggering a little as you walk beside Chigiri to get another drink. He looks concerned, but leaves you be for now. It takes all of your power not to look over to the only two men not hanging out with you right now. “Are they looking?” you whisper to Chigiri.

He looks, quickly.

“Mhmm.”

Your smile widens and you can’t help but laugh. Hyoma snatches the bottle from you as you go to pour a new drink. Oliver passes your original cup to you, and you beam as you remember you hadn’t finished it, though it’s gone in an instant.

“Real party girl, aren’tcha?” Karasu asks, putting his arm around your shoulder and forcing his blunt into your mouth. “You’ll be asleep before midnight I bet.” he challenges you.

You ignore him, turning to face him.

His eyes widen in realisation as he notices you’re keeping the smoke deep in your lungs. He closes the gap between your faces and his lips rest against yours, accepting the smoke back as you exhale it.

“Fuuuck, am I in love?” Karasu laughs as the exchange ends. He turns away, biting his lip slightly as you bend over the counter and rest your head in your hands. The skirt of your dress rides up a little, and Chigiri graciously tugs it down for you.

“Babe, stop,” he warns you, leaning over to whisper in your ear. “You’re gonna end up passing out.”

You gulp, nervously, feeling anxious under Chigiri’s intense eyes. You know he’s only looking out for you, but you can’t help feeling a little on edge. Sae comforts you, though, pulling you into his side like a protective big brother as he asks how you’re doing.

“Having fun?”

“Yes! Thanks for inviting us.” you smile.

“Glad you wore this one, suits you.” he nods. You watch him as he smokes beside you, and you decline when he offers you a puff. Chigiri, however, gratefully accepts without even being asked. Sae leaves your side in favour of sitting next to your best friend as they talk and bond over the joint.

You aren’t sure what to do, now. You feel a little deflated after Chigiri’s warning and you aren’t sure what to do with yourself. It seems like you shouldn’t drink or smoke anymore, but you’re brimming with so much energy you don’t particularly want to sit down.

“Hey, c’mere.” Eita orders, Oliver sits down next to him upon his request.

And when you approach, that is when Ryusei finally decides to come over. He smiles at everyone, but can’t seem to catch your attention as you’re too fixated on the two men with different tints of green in their hair.

Eita stands up when you hoist yourself onto the counter, and he slots himself between your open legs. Ryusei watches the scene unfold, anger bubbling at his jawline as he contemplates whether to intervene or not. His protective side roaring at him to get you away from the renowned playboys.

“Let her be.” Chigiri tells him, noticing his irritation. Ryusei sits down opposite to him, leaning over to chat quietly amongst themselves. Sae listens in, too, but only because he’s in close proximity. “I heard what happened. Did you tell Rin?”

“No, I didn’t.” Ryusei answers, though he doesn’t look happy about it. It feels like a betrayal to hide something so big from his friend, but he knows nothing good will come from sharing. “Oliver and Eita, they’re—”

“It doesn’t matter. It’s none of your business. She’s not looking for a boyfriend, she’s letting her hair down. So, whatever you’re planning, stop. Let her have fun. If you wanted her, you should have—” Chigiri stops himself when he remembers Sae is right beside him. He looks over at you, still being showered in attention by Eita and Oliver.

“Do you have feelings for my ex-sister-in-law, Ryusei?” Sae asks, laughing lightly before passing him the gross remainder of his blunt. Ryusei shrugs, smoking.

“’s complicated.” Ryusei announces, uncaring. He’s sure nothing that is discussed here tonight will be remembered come morning. “Rin! Get off your phone and come over!”

Rin flips him off and continues playing on his phone. You’re a little disappointed, but it can’t be helped. Karasu sits on the other side of Chigiri while Sae shuffles a deck of cards.

“Set up ring of fire, dude.”

“Ring of fire sucks.” you yell over your shoulder, though you giggle when Otoya’s fingers gently caress your chin and force you back to look at him. Oliver pours three shots for all of you, handing them to you and his friend. You drink them together, giggling even more when you feel the buzz rush right into your brain.

“What drinking games do you like, sweetheart?” Oliver asks, his hand resting on your thigh while his thumb softly strokes your skin.

You tell them that you like never have I ever the best, prompting Sae to call Rin over. Then, and only then, does he actually listen. Chigiri makes sure everyone has a drink, pouring something random for Rin as he takes a seat next to Ryusei and opposite to his brother.

It’s nice seeing the kitchen island so lively. In a weird way, you feel like a teenager again. Finding out someone’s parents are out of town and having a big, debaucherous house party while you play drinking games and get too fucked up to even know where you are.

Obviously you’re grown, now. And you like to think you’re a bit more responsible than you were back then. Though it’s likely it might just be Chigiri keeping you on the right path. He shoots a smile at you as Eita helps you down from the counter. Oliver moves one seat along and you sit between them, his arm is around the back of your chair while Eita’s hand remains firmly on your thigh.

“Who’s going first?” Ryusei asks.

“I’ll go, let’s start easy.” Karasu answers. “Never have I ever ate food.” you all laugh and everyone takes a drink. He nudges Chigiri to go next.

“Never have I ever had sex.” everyone laughs, drinking again. You and Rin exchange an awkward look before looking elsewhere.

“Horny, Chigiri? Onto the sex questions already?” Ryusei laughs.

“We all know people only play this for the sex questions so I’m just moving the process along.” Chigiri rolls his eyes before looking at Sae, assuming the questions are going around the table clockwise.

“Never have I ever eaten ass.” He drinks as soon as he finishes talking, and he smiles as Rin grunts, realising he stole his little brother’s question.

You watch Oliver and Eita either side of you drink as well as Ryusei. Karasu admits he hasn’t done it but it very open to trying it, earning a laugh from the group. Rin sits silently for a while as he tries to think of a question. It takes him too long, so Ryusei decides to take over.

“Never have I ever cheated.”

Oliver and Eita laugh before drinking. Chigiri hesitates, but drinks too. Everyone hoots and hollers as he flips them all off. In his defence, he got cheated on first, it was a revenge fuck! Though you don’t speak on his behalf, he doesn’t feel the need to defend himself.

“Never have I ever had a threesome.” Oliver laughs, Eita laughs too.

“Fuck you, man.” he chuckles as they both take a drink. Ryusei, Karasu and Sae all drink too.

“I feel so boring.” you giggle, “You two are gonna be drunker than me at this rate.” you tell the men either side of you.

“Maybe we can change your answer tonight.” Eita whispers into your ear. Rin and Ryusei stare daggers at the three of you, and it only makes you play into it more. Chigiri smirks when he looks over at Rin. His face is unchanging, but he can see that cold, calculated rage burning behind his eyes.

You turn to face Eita, your lips ghosting his before you face the rest of the group again. “Never have I ever been to a party at the Itoshi cabin.” you smile, everyone takes a drink, Rin drinking a heartier amount than everyone else before asking Chigiri for a refill.

“Never have I ever made a chick squirt.” Eita smirks as he drinks. Oliver joins in, and you can’t help but wonder if they shared a girl and gave them that experience. You watch on as Ryusei, and Rin drink, too. Your face flushes with embarrassment as Rin drinks and he looks at you again, averting your gaze and hoping nobody notices. “Fair play, Itoshi.” Eita nods towards Rin.

“Shut up.” he responds. “Never have I ever smoked weed.” he shrugs, reclining back in his seat while everyone else drinks. You can’t help but feel a little disappointed that he’s too focused on his phone rather than being entirely present in the moment with you all. You can’t help but wonder if it’s because he’s too preoccupied talking to his girlfriend.

“I was thinking we could do a secret Santa thing while we’re here, by the way.” Sae suggests, and Chigiri smiles at the idea. “We can all head to town together with a spending budget and find something.”

“That’s so cute!” you nod.

“We can’t do it.” Chigiri reminds you. “We’re leaving in the morning.”

“What?” Sae asks, quickly, and Rin is listening in carefully, now. His phone slotted into his back pocket as he observes your exchange. “I thought we figured everything out?”

You look at Ryusei, uncomfortably and gulp. His eyes soften as he realises you want to leave because of him, but he can’t say anything and start senseless drama. He doesn’t want you to go because of him. He doesn’t want you to go at all. However, he knows while everyone is intoxicated and tensions are high, confessing the reason will only lead to an unnecessary uproar.

“You— You should stay, kid.” is the most he can offer. “We haven’t had a chance to catch up properly, right?” he hopes you can take the hint. He can’t talk about it now, but there is definitely a discussion needed. You sigh, and nod.

“We should stay, Hyoma…” you smile at your best friend. And he looks relieved. He looks pleased that you’re spending a few more days with this crazy group and hopefully having more little parties like this. “And secret Santa sounds like a great idea, Sae.” you nod.

Sae smiles, excitedly. He pats Chigiri on the back and they laugh together happily. They start talking about the gift exchange and how to do it. Sae gets up in search of a pen while Chigiri tears up pieces of cardboard from a drink crate to write on. Sae hands him a pen, and they get to work writing down everyone’s names. Ryusei hands them an empty cup to put the names in.

“Just pass the cup around and take a name.” Chigiri tells the group as he draws the first name and passes the cup to Sae. Rin follows and then passes down to Ryusei. You, Oliver and Eita take your names and then Karasu gets the final piece of cardboard. “We good? Cool.”

“What’s the budget?” Rin asks.

“We’ll decide tomorrow,” Sae answers. “Just don’t forget or lose the name.”

“Does anyone want to dance?” you ask, swallowing the last of your drink. Oliver and Eita nod immediately, Chigiri shrugs and Karasu agrees too. The five of you head towards the lounge where the music is playing loudest.

Chigiri doesn’t dance, but he steps from foot to foot in time with the music. He keeps an eye on the grumpy gang still sitting in the kitchen while you take turns dancing on the three men giving you all of their attention.

You hadn’t expected to be so drawn to Eita, but his height and calm demeanour are pulling you in. His hand rests on your waist while you dance together, your ass pressed comfortably against his crotch.

He plays it cool, of course, whispering sweetly in your ear.

You watch Chigiri as he gets bored with the music, skipping the song to something more familiar.

“You’re a model, yeah?” Eita asks, directly into your ear canal. It makes you shudder, but you nod. “Show us.” he orders, though you’re sure it’s intended as a suggestion. They all seem entertained with the idea, though. No one more encouraging than Chigiri.

He’s your number one supporter, and you love him for it.

He looks a little taken aback as you move away from him, and your face turns expressionless yet sultry. You rise up the small steps that connect the lounge and the entryway, doing the best walk that you can towards the kitchen in your drunken state. You take your time when you get closer to Rin, Ryusei and Sae, posing for a while before turning back towards the other half of the guests.

They all clap and smile when you finish, your friendly, warm smile returning to you.

“That’s her drunk, imagine when she’s focused.” Chigiri hiccups, Karasu laughs with him. The two of them get to chatting and dancing again as they discuss the party thus far.

Oliver ruffles your hair and winks, heading back to the kitchen to get a refill.

“She’s good. She’s a little firecracker, isn’t she?” he laughs.

The siblings and Ryusei don’t say a word. As worried as Ryusei is about you, he tries to distract himself by talking to Sae and Oliver instead. Rin, however, can’t stop looking at you. You’ve stopped thinking about him, though. Your attention is entirely with Eita for now. Chigiri is taking it all in, on your behalf, making mental notes of things to tell you tomorrow.

Hopefully he won’t be too drunk to recall it come morning.

Eita squeezes your ass as you get closer to him. Rin stands up, finishing his drink and telling everyone goodnight. He heads up the stairs when he sees you and Eita almost share a kiss, your lips connect, though you break it before it can really be called a kiss.

“What’s wrong?” he asks.

You look towards the stairs, and you hate how Ryusei and Sae are looking at you. It’s like you’re so predictable and they know exactly what you’re going to do. You can’t help it, though.

“I’m sorry.” you tell Eita, running away from him and chasing Rin up the stairs.

Rin’s door is closed, but not locked. You feel slightly sober now that you’re here. Part of you regrets running away and leaving Eita behind, but you know you’d have regretted being so petty and hurting Rin in the morning. Especially now that you’re staying.

You knock on the door, and he doesn’t respond.

Really, you should walk away. He’s either sulking or trying to sleep. Maybe even both. Your better judgement is telling you that you should leave him to it. But you can’t. You’ve been trying to get a reaction out of him all night and you finally got it.

Girlfriend or not, you got what you wanted.

It has to mean something.

So you enter without permission. The room is dark, and there’s no sign of him on the bed. You see the balcony door slightly ajar, and the biting breeze confirms his whereabouts. Did he leave because he was tired? Or did he leave because he felt jealous?

Of course there’s a chance you could be overthinking, but you have to know for sure. Admittedly, discussing your feelings whilst drunk might not be the brightest idea. It doesn’t stop you, though. He knows you’re here when he hears your heels click against the wood flooring. He looks over his shoulder, he’s leaning over the balcony railing when you step out and see him.

“You’re in the wrong room.” he tells you, turning around and resting his elbows on the railing as he faces you. The dark night sky obscures most of his face, but the moonlight highlights him gorgeously. It makes your knees weak, and you can barely think of what you want to say.

“I know,” you tell him. “I just wanted to check on you.”

He scoffs, but nods. You stand beside him and look over towards the town. The cold, bitter wind makes you feel drunker. Part of you can’t believe you’re actually staying here after you were so adamant that you were leaving. The glittering lights of the snow-covered village makes you smile unintentionally.

It’s how you’d imagine Santa’s workshop, if he were real.

“Um… congratulations on the new girlfriend, by the way.” you start, instantly regretting bringing it up. You’re sure you’ll start crying if he starts fawning over her. You don’t even know her, but you hate her. You try to keep calm and remember Chigiri saying she’s probably ugly. At the very least she’s got to be less attractive than you. “I’m glad you found someone… I hope you’re very happy together.”

“We are.” he tells you, immediately. You gulp and it feels like swallowing glass. He’s always been blunt, it’s not because he’s particularly angry or bitter towards you. It’s just who he is. And still, it hurts. “Are you interested in Otoya?”

You’re frozen without a response. You aren’t sure whether to lie or be honest, though you fear he knows you too well and will know if you’re lying to him.

“He’s fun.” you shrug. His lips curls into a smirk at that. It tells him all he needs to know without you saying anything at all. You feel defeated, completely and utterly, as you look at his expression. “I don’t want to come between you and your friends, Rin.”

“I don’t care.” he shrugs, “Do what you want.”

His words are like bullets shredding through your skin. You do what you can to maintain your composure, trying to regain control of the situation and the conversation.

“I thought you might be upset when you left the party…”

“No,” he corrects you, his gorgeous teal eyes fixate on your own as he speaks. “I’m tired. I wanted to say goodnight to my girlfriend, but she must already be asleep.”

And, with that, you run out of willpower to continue talking. He sees how tears begin to prick at your eyes, and you try to walk away before they spill over again. You offer him a quick goodnight as you try to hurry back through the cabin and to yours and Chigiri’s room.

He stops you, grabbing your wrist and pulling you back out into the cold.

“You’re unbelievable.” he tells you, bending down so that your noses almost touch. His eyes bore into yours as he offers nothing but a harsh, callous stare. You want to run, but you can’t. His grip on your wrist is firm, and you’re worried the cold temperature will aid in any bruising. The strength of his hold isn’t painful, but the chill of your skin is intensifying it. “You broke up with me. Yet you have the gall to be jealous?”

“That’s not fair…” you whimper, but he’s right. You’ve been saying the same thing all day. Even before you knew he was seeing anyone, you knew you had no right to be upset considering you were the one who ended things. And yet, here you are, trying to defend yourself now that you’re suffering the consequences of your own actions. “I didn’t know you’d move on so quickly… I didn’t know I’d be seeing you again… I didn’t know it would h-hurt.” you hiccup, and you do your best to wipe away your tears with your free hand.

“You just wanted me to grieve forever, yeah?” he wonders. “You thought I’d be waiting in the wings for you, waiting for you to decide you want me back.”

“That’s not true, Rin,” you sniffle, “I care about you. I always will…”

“I don’t want you to.” he informs you. “You’re—”

“I think you still care about me too…” you interrupt him, looking down at the way he grasps harder onto your wrist as you speak. You look up at him again, his face somehow even closer to yours now. “Y-You can’t just turn feelings off that quick… I—”

“I’ve moved on. You’re moving on.” he tells you. “Fuck everyone here for all I care, princess.”

“Rinnie…” a tear silently rolls down your cheek as he calls you a name you never thought you’d hear spill from his lips in reference to you ever again. You can’t help but wonder if he calls his new girlfriend the same sweet names he once called you.

Rin is chillingly composed.

But if only you knew.

He feels a lump in his throat as he replays the way you said Rinnie to him, a nickname long forgotten since your breakup. A name he’d never allow another soul to call him for the rest of his days. It’s yours, all yours. It wouldn’t sound right coming from anyone else, he can’t imagine feeling anything but disdain hearing it from another.

You melt into his touch as he cups your face with his free hand, his thumb swiping at the spilled tear glimmering against your cheek. He looks down at you with a heavy-lidded stare, and you want him.

You miss him.

Especially like this.

His eyes so tired and heavy as he gives into his lust and claims you. Your eyes close completely as you feel his head tilt.

He does still care about you.

He’s going to kiss you. He’s going to cheat on his girlfriend for you. You weren’t far off on your suspicions, after all. He still cares. He might even still love you. You’re too drunk and delirious, though. Your eyes are closed and awaiting his kiss. His are barely open, lazily gazing at you knowing he isn’t about to give you what you so desperately crave.

“Goodnight, princess.” he whispers, the bitter scent of alcohol dusting across your face as he breathes.

You pull away, slowly, horrified that you’ve been denied of a simple kiss twice in one excruciating day. Your wrist is free, now. And he watches as you back away from him. He feels a little bad, but not much. He’s sure you’re only feeling a fraction of the pain and humiliation you put him through when you ended things.

He’s sure you can handle a little rejection.

“Goodnight, Rinnie.” you sniff, walking away calmly until you’re through his room and heading to your own.

You think about telling Chigiri. You even start walking down the stairs so you can cry on his shoulder. But you see him with the boys. His smile is so wide, and he looks really happy. You don’t want to ruin his night, too.

Eita looks up at you, though you don’t catch him looking. You’re too focused on yourself and Chigiri. You don’t notice him follow you as you ascend the stairs. He waits outside of your room as you decide you ought to go to bed.

You don’t even have the energy to take off your makeup or your dress. All you can do is shake your feet until your shoes fly off in different directions. Your body breaks out in goosebumps when you hear a soft knock at the door, and you can only hope your disappointment isn’t obvious when you realise it isn’t Rin coming to talk to you some more.

Eita holds up a joint, offering it to you.

You’re pretty much sober, now.

You’re surprised you haven’t burst into tears, too. So, you nod. You accept his offer, gratefully, hoping you’ll slip off into a blissful sleep once you finish smoking. Eita closes the door behind him, locking it so you won’t be disturbed as he sits on the bed beside you.

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Greece 1.5 ~ S.O.S

Soft daddy!Joel Miller x f!reader

Masterlist ♥︎ Soft Daddy Masterlist

Wordcount: 3,060

Summary: The one where you tell Joel you're pregnant

Warnings: 18+, mentions of pregnancy and pregnancy tests, anxiety, panic, Joel receiving this news and reacting

Notes: A filler between Greece and the next destination. Thank you to everyone who has read, commented, and/or reblogged this au. It was only ever meant to be a one-shot, but I am so grateful for the love it received. Writing this has been so very therapeutic for me and fun, and it's all because of you amazing peeps. Thank you, @saradika-graphics , for the dividers 🥰

As you go through the motions of packing your bags, your thoughts are in a tumultuous storm. You can hardly believe the result of the pregnancy test you took this morning, a tiny stick that holds the power to change your life forever. The two pink lines staring back at you confirmed your worst fears and ignited a whirlwind of emotions within you. Fear, excitement, and uncertainty all battle for dominance in your heart, and you can't shake the feeling that everything is about to change. You'd hoped it was a false positive. But here you are. You're pregnant. The news hits you like a ton of bricks, and you're not sure what to do next. You consider waiting to tell Joel until after your trip is over, but you know that's not fair to him. He has a right to know, and you want to be honest with him.

You picture Joel's face when you tell him the news, the shock and disbelief that will surely follow. You wonder how he'll react, whether he'll be happy or scared, angry or confused. You imagine him wanting to take control of the situation, to take care of you and the baby, and the thought warms your heart. But you also fear his rejection, the possibility that he might not want to be a father, or worse, that he might not want to be with you after this. You take a deep breath, trying to calm your racing thoughts. You need to talk to Joel, to tell him what's going on and see what he thinks. Maybe this is a good thing, a sign that your relationship is meant to be.

As you take one last, lingering look around the room, you can't help but feel a pang of nostalgia. The memories you've made here with Joel have been nothing short of extraordinary - filled with love, laughter, and a sense of adventure that has left you both breathless and exhilarated. You take a mental snapshot of the room as it is now - the rumpled sheets on the bed, the scattered books and papers on the floor, the faint scent of coffee and citrus that seems to linger in the air.

As you make your way out to the balcony, you take a deep breath, savoring the salty tang of the ocean air and the gentle rustle of the palm fronds overhead. Joel is sitting there, his gaze fixed on the horizon, and for a moment, you simply watch him, taking in the strong line of his jaw and the way the sunlight glints off his hair. You hesitate for just a moment before approaching him, feeling nervous. You take a deep breath, steeling yourself for the conversation ahead.

"Hey," you say softly, taking a seat next to him.

He looks up, a smile on his face. "Hey, princess," he says, taking your hand in his.

You take a deep breath, trying to steady your nerves. "Joel, there's something I need to tell you."

His smile fades, and he looks at you with concern. "What is it, darlin? What's wrong, are you okay?"

"I'm pregnant," you whisper.

His eyes widen, and he looks at you in shock. "What?"

You nod, feeling tears prick at the corners of your eyes. "I took a test last night, and this morning, both were positive.” As the words leave your lips, Joel's expression changes from one of joy to one of shock and disbelief. His face pales, and he stands up abruptly, as if he's been physically struck. You watch in confusion as he stumbles towards the door, mumbling something about needing some air. Before you can say or do anything, he's gone, leaving you sitting alone on the balcony.

The breeze rustles the palm leaves above you, and the sound of the waves crashing against the shore below fills the air. You take a deep breath, trying to steady yourself, but the enormity of what you've just revealed weighs heavily on your shoulders. You curl your legs up onto the chair, wrapping your arms around your knees, as you try to make sense of what just happened. You can't blame Joel for his reaction. You understand that he needs time to process the news, but it still stings to have him walk away without saying a word.

—

Joel paces back and forth on the beach, running his hands through his hair as he tries to process the news you just gave him. He mutters to himself, "Pregnant? How? I mean, I know how, but...what?" He stops and looks out at the sea, taking deep breaths as he tries to calm down. But his thoughts are racing, and he can't seem to focus on anything but the word pregnant repeating in his mind.

He starts pacing again, kicking at the sand as he goes. He's never been in this situation before, and he's not sure what to do. He doesn't want to be a father, not right now. He's already done that. But he knows that's not an option. You're carrying his child, and he can't just abandon you. He stops and looks at the sea again, feeling overwhelmed. He's not sure how he can be a good father, not after what happened to Sarah. He couldn't handle that again. He takes a deep breath and lets it out slowly, trying to steady his nerves. He knows he needs to talk to you to tell you what he's feeling, but he's not sure how.

—

You wait for what seems like an eternity, but Joel doesn't come back. You start to worry, wondering if he's okay. You decide to go look for him, and when you do, you find him outside, sitting on a bench with his head in his hands. He looks up as you approach, and you can see the fear and uncertainty in his eyes.

"I'm sorry, darlin," he says, his voice shaking. "I didn't mean to leave like that. I just needed some time to think."

You nod, understanding his reaction. You sit down next to him, and he takes your hand in his, his thumb tracing circles on your skin. Joel takes a deep breath and looks at you, his eyes filled with fear and uncertainty. "I'm scared, darlin'. I'm scared of what this means for us, for our future. I'm scared of failin’ you and the baby."

"I'm scared too, Joel. But we'll figure it out."

Joel looks at you, his eyes searching yours for something, anything. "But what if I can't be a good father? What if all I'm good at is failing?”

The vulnerability in his voice takes you aback. You never imagined Joel, the strong and confident man you've come to know and love, could feel this way. You take his hand in both of yours, your eyes meeting his. "Joel, you are a good person. You have overcome so much in your life, and you have so much love to give. I believe in you, and I know that you will be an amazing father if you want, but if not,” You pause as more tears threaten to fall, “if not then we can end the trip here and go our separate ways. I'm giving you an out.” You look down at the sand as the tears pour from your face, and suddenly you're sobbing into your hands.

Joel gently takes your hands away from your face and places his there instead, holding you like you're the most delicate thing in the world. Looking into your eyes, he can see the fear and uncertainty in them, and it breaks his heart. He takes a deep breath, "Darlin', I love you. I have loved you from the moment I met you. And I want to be with you, always. I want to be there for you and our baby. I'm not gonna leave.”

You look up at him, tears still streaming down your face. "Really?”

He nods, a small smile on his face. "Yes, really. I want to be a family with you. I want to build a life with you. I want to be the father that our child deserves. I may not be perfect, but I'll do everything in my power to be there for you both.”

You feel a sense of relief wash over you. "Thank you, Joel. Thank you for being here for me, for us."

Joel smiles, his eyes softening. "Always, darlin'. Always."

You lean in and kiss him, feeling a sense of closeness and connection that you've never felt before. When you pull away, you can see the love and adoration in his eyes, and you know that everything is going to be okay.

—

As your flight to France draws near, you take time to rest, feeling the fatigue from the emotional morning catch up to you. After your tearful conversation, Joel takes it upon himself to go out and buy you some essentials. He knows that you'll need all the support you can get during this pregnancy, and he wants to do everything in his power to help you. So he walks down the bustling streets of Greece, taking in the sights and sounds of the market. He heads to a florist first, picking out a beautiful bouquet of pink and white roses. The florist wraps them up carefully, and Joel can't help but smile as he takes them in his hands. He knows they'll just be left here when you leave, but he gets them anyway, hoping to brighten your mood.

Next, he heads to a small café, where he orders a box of pastries, a few sandwiches, and two cups of hot coffee. He knows that you've been feeling a bit nauseous, but he's hoping that the smell of fresh coffee will help perk you up. After that, he makes his way to a health food store, where he picks up some prenatal vitamins and other supplements. He's not entirely sure what you'll need, so he grabs one of anything that seems helpful.

As he walks back to the villa, Joel can't help but feel a sense of anticipation. He knows that this pregnancy is going to be a challenge and change his life forever. He wants to be there for you every step of the way, providing you with the love and support that you need, more than ever, but he can't help feeling a sense of doubt in himself.

Could he really do this all over again without failing?

—

The villa is quiet and peaceful, the only sound being the soft rhythm of your breathing as you sleep. Joel enters the room, his footsteps light on the plush carpet. He looks at you with a soft smile on his face as he watches you sleep. You look so beautiful, so peaceful that he feels a pang in his heart, wondering how you must be feeling. He quietly sets up a little display for you, with the flowers in a vase, the food, and the vitamins, all laid out on the table. With everything in place, Joel grabs his cup of coffee and takes a seat at the table, his eyes never leaving you.

As time passes, Joel decides to step out onto the balcony overlooking the sea. The view is breathtaking, the endless expanse of blue water stretching out before him. He takes a deep breath, feeling the salty air fill his lungs and pulls out the box with the engagement ring he's picked out for you from his pocket, and the delicate gem gleams in the sunlight. He knows now more than ever that this is the right decision, that his plans to propose in France will definitely go forward. He wants to spend the rest of his life with you, to build a family and a future together.

—

You slowly open your eyes, the sleep still lingering in your limbs. As you sit up, you're greeted by the mouth-watering aroma of freshly brewed coffee and buttery pastries. Your eyes widen in surprise as you take in the beautiful display Joel has set up on the table. A vase filled with an array of bright and colorful flowers sits prominently in the center, surrounded by an assortment of foods, vitamins, and prenatal supplements. “Joel what is all this?”

"Thought you might need some stuff to help you through the pregnancy. I wasn't sure if you're allowed coffee, but I figured one cup won't hurt."

You smile, feeling a sense of gratitude and love for Joel. He's been so supportive and kind, and you know that he's going to be an amazing father. You take a sip of the coffee, feeling the warmth spread through your body.

—

As the two of you make your way to the airport, you can't help but feel a sense of anxiety. This trip has already been a whirlwind, and the news of your pregnancy has only added to the drama. As you board the plane, Joel notices a familiar face in first class. It's a woman he used to know back when he was married, a wealthy socialite who always seemed to have her sights set on him. She sees him as well, and a sly smile spreads across her face. "Well, well, well, if it isn't Joel Miller," she purrs. "And who is this little thing by your side? Certainly not the sort of woman I'd expect to see with a man like you." She eyes you up and down.

You feel your cheeks burning with embarrassment, but Joel just smiles. "Now, now, Elizabeth, there's no need to be rude. This is my partner, and she's pregnant with my child. I'd appreciate it if you'd show her some respect."

Elizabeth raises an eyebrow, clearly surprised. "Pregnant? Well, congratulations, I suppose. I never took you for the family type, Joel, not after what happened to - whatever her name was. But I guess we all have our secrets, don't we?"

You can feel your anger rising, but Joel just shakes his head. "Elizabeth, please. We're just trying to enjoy our trip."

Elizabeth sighs, clearly disappointed. "Fine, Joel. I'll leave you to your...family. But don't expect me to roll out the red carpet for your little ragamuffin here. She's not exactly the type of person I'd expect to see in first class." With that, she turns on her heel and walks away, leaving you and Joel sitting there in shock.

"I'm so sorry, I had no idea she'd be on this flight. She's always had a bit of a mean streak."

You sigh, leaning into his embrace. "It's okay, Joel. I know she was just trying to get a reaction out of you. But you didn't have to announce that I'm pregnant, I mean, we just found out, why'd you tell her?”

Joel looks at you with a sheepish expression. "I'm sorry, princess. I didn't mean to blurt it out like that. I guess I just wanted to prove to her that I'm not the same man I used to be, that I've changed and grown. I wanted her to know that I'm happy, that I'm in love. I wanted her to see that I'm not alone, that I have you and the baby, and that I don't need her or anyone else from that damn circle."

"I know, Joel. And I'm proud of you, I really am. It's just a lot to take in, that's all.” You sigh

The rest of the flight is tense and heavy, with both of you lost in your own thoughts. You can't shake off the encounter with Elizabeth, and you can tell that Joel is still feeling guilty for blurting out your pregnancy. But despite the awkwardness, you find comfort in Joel's presence, his warm hand holds yours as the plane begins its descent. You feel a sudden surge of excitement. You've never been to France before, and you can't wait to explore the city of love with Joel.

“You wanna watch a movie? It'll help pass the time.” Joel offers, and you agree.

As the two of you settle into your seats and the movie begins, Joel can't help but feel a sense of guilt and unease. He keeps replaying the encounter with Elizabeth in his mind, wondering if he made a mistake by revealing your pregnancy to her. He knows that he only did it to prove a point, but he can't shake off the feeling that he's failed you in some way.

He looks over at you halfway through the movie to find you sleeping peacefully next to him. He can't help but feel overwhelmed by the weight of his past, by the memories of his failed marriage and the loss of his firstborn child. His mind drifts to the future and all the challenges that it may bring. He knows that he's made mistakes in the past, but he's determined to do better this time around. He looks over at you again, your face illuminated by the soft glow of the movie screen, and he feels a sense of peace wash over him. Maybe he can do this.

As the movie comes to an end, Joel takes your hand in his, giving it a gentle squeeze. You open your eyes, looking up at him with a sleepy smile. "Hey princess" he says, his voice soft.

"Hey," you reply, yawning. "What time is it?"

"We're about to land."

You look out the window as the plane descends, watching as the green fields and rolling hills of the countryside give way to the bustling cityscape of Paris. The Eiffel Tower looms in the distance, a symbol of love and romance that seems to promise a brighter future.

#joel miller x reader #joel miller fanfiction #joel miller smut #tlou fanfiction #pedro pascal fanfiction #joel miller x f!reader #pedro pascal #joel miller #joel miller fluff #joel miller fic

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gabessquishytum · 2 months

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Dream is ambivalent about A/B/O genders. He's seen enough shit in the universe in billion years, current human civilization doesn't even come close to his definition of 'strange.' Still, he tried on various genders like clothes (he feels most comfortable being an omega), and even hoped in secret that Calliope would be amenable to mating when they got married. He breached the subject very tentatively, found out she was not delighted by the prospect of being tied to an Endless at all, and they never touched upon it again. Their marriage crashed and burned soon anyway, so it must have been for the best. After their reunion with Hob post-fishbowl, Dream decides to take him up on his offer to meet more frequently and drops by. The timing is unfortunate (or fortunate, depends on the point of view!) as his human alpha friend turns out to be in the middle of his rut. And maybe Dream is not versed in human communication and rites, but even he understands that it's better to leave and return next week. Which he is about to do before Hob very enthusiastically jumps his bones. Dream is extremely confused and tries to talk Hob out of this endeavor - he believes Hob is not interested in him like THAT, but Hob is as single-minded as only an alpha in a rut can be and showers Dream with all the words of passion and praise his fevered brain can come with. When he drops the l-word, Dream melts and gives in. They spend Hob's rut together, and Dream is on cloud nine: he feels cherished, desired, and, above all, LOVED. So when Hob suddenly bites him, Dream is not opposed at all. Alright, it'd have been better etiquette if they had discussed it beforehand, but Dream currently is more occupied being happy because 1) his love is requited; 2) Hob wants him as his mate! The problem is, Hob'd have never dared to jump his Stranger like that, let alone do anything to him. He hoped that if he's lucky, maybe he can try to court him…in 500 years or so. To him, all that occurred was just a feverish rut dream. So when Hob comes to his senses once his rut is over, he finds a very fucked out Dream looking at him with heart eyes in his bed, sees a fresh mating bite on his neck…and panics. Dream immediately comes to the conclusion that Hob already regrets their mating and dissolves into sand, retreating to the Dreaming before he starts crying in the presence of this human - his mate - that humiliated him so. Chaos ensues!

Oh dear. These idiots! They're both as bad as each other, really.

Hob is just horrified that he'd done that to his stranger - to Dream! It's totally taboo to bite someone without even talking about it, and they certainly didn't do that. Hob doesn't even know if Dream wanted it! Wait - what if he started crying and disappeared because he didn't want it!? Hob ends up running to the bathroom and throwing up at the mere idea. How could he do such a heinous thing to the man he loves?!

Meanwhile Dream is flooding the dreaming with his tears (yes, literally) because he thinks that his mate regrets everything and probably hates him. How can he face Hob ever again? He'll have to, because they're mated... if Dream goes into heat, he'll need Hob. Being without him simply won't be an option.

Desire, Despair and Death are all sitting in the threshold and collectively groaning because the idiots are idioting. And Matthew has had enough of trying not to drown in the dreaming, so he makes an executive raven decision and heads to the waking world.

He immediately confronts Hob (who is still panick stricken and white as a sheet) about why he rejected the boss?? And Hob just gapes at him like "rejected??? i thought i assaulted him!!!" Matthew face-palms. Face-wings. Whatever. He tells Hob to go the fuck to sleep and fix things.

Easier said than done. But Hob eventually gets to the dreaming, swims through the tears, and finds his poor miserable mate curled up on his throne. Dream doesn't look up at all until Hob nuzzles his mating bite. The flood recedes a little bit. And Hob tries to explain as tenderly as he can, why he freaked out when he woke up.

Dream falls even more in love with him, honestly.

And three weeks later, they spend Dream’s first heat with a mate together in Hob’s bed. It's everything he's ever wanted. And Dream gets to bite Hob, giving his alpha a perfect mating bite to match his own.

And yes, Matthew gets so many raven treats as a reward for his service to his King.

#the sandman #dreamling #nsft #cw omegaverse

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meabh-mcinness · 11 months

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I really loved your Narnia courting headcanons!, can we get the same but for Kalego and opera?

You sure can! We’ll start with Kalego and then do Opera in a separate post because space~ totally not because I find them harder to write hahaha😅

Kalego Courting Human!reader

Much like his older brother, it’ll take a minute for Kalego to even admit he likes you, much less try to court you.

But for a completely different reason.

Whereas Narnia wouldn’t want to because you’re human, Kalego wouldn’t want to because he seems to have some less than desirable thoughts towards “love”.

Likely due to the way he was raised I will strangle whoever came up with the Naberius rules, I swear He seems to be the type to believe love is a distraction rather than something to seek out or even want.

Probably doesn't help that you're related to a boss he hates and a student who constantly causes trouble. Not to mention who your security devil is.

Also, he probably doesn’t know you’re human still, at least in the beginning.

Because let’s be honest, at this point it’s not so much that no one trusts him with the secret so much as you just literally forgot to tell him and have assumed he knew, since both Shichirou and Opera do, and he's always involved in things that happen.

(This leads to a very funny confrontation one day when you kinda just throw out some knowledge about the human world in comparison to the Netherworld.

“You act like you’ve been there.”

“Well of course I have, it’s a bit hard to be born a human down here. Although I wouldn’t be too surprised if there's a small colony or two hidden somewhere. As a race, we're rather adaptable, it's why Iruma and I can attune to different situations so well.”

“…born as a what now?” 😐)

He may have a tiny fit about this at first.

Humans are considered weak and fragile, after all.

But he gets over it.

Once he finally admits to himself he does in fact fancy you, he still won't make a move right away.

Kalego is a surprisingly cautious demon, and he doesn't want to risk the humiliation of rejection, or make either of you uncomfortable.

He will however choose to be around you more, subtly testing the waters with your reactions to different things.

He isn't very good at it, though.

You ask to borrow a pen since yours has run out of ink? He'll hand one over with only a bit of snark, his fingers purposefully brushing against your palm and linger for a moment or two longer than necessary.

You complain, only to him, about running out of your favourite brand of something? The next day, you have an "anonymous" gift of that very thing.

He is only slightly less petty to you. Whereas other 'newbie' teachers will end up with piles of work as tall as them, yours is maybe half that.

Just as I said in Narnia's, I think demons start courtships with gifts!

I think he'll probably give you something along the lines of practicality, but specialized practicality.

Perhaps a leather-bound notebook with a pretty one of a kind design on it. If you're the artist type, he might get you the highest quality brushes with your name ingrained on them.

I still stand by that Kalego is the silent acts of service, gift giving and quiet quality time type.

He's a confirmed rich boy, and so has no issue giving you gifts he thinks are worthy of your station.

Definitely not into PDA. The most you're getting out of him in a public space is an offered elbow and a hand on your back to guide you in crowded areas. If you're lucky, you might get a hand to hold.

I don't know why, but hand holding with him just seems super OOC to me. But him placing a possessive hand on your back seems far more in character.

He's an old school lover by personality and training.

He is better at initiating at home, but not by much.

Will hug you randomly when he needs comfort, though. Buries his face in your neck to inhale your scent until he has nothing but an empty brain and you.

While he's bad at initiating touch, he's perfectly fine with you doing it. Just gotta warn him before you do bigger things.

Want to rest your head on his shoulder while you both grade? AOK, as long as you're in private.

Want to sit in his lap while you both read, sharing a glass of wine, music playing in the background? He's more than OK with that.

He also enjoys having you pet his head. Enjoys the pressure of your fingers against the spots where headaches had been forming, and then are chased away by your skilled ministrations.

Also, I feel like he would enjoy ear messages?

I personally think that much like Narnia's been confirmed to have a seriously good sense of smell, Kalego has seriously good hearing.

He says "Silence!" so much, even when the people around him don't seem that loud, because they actually are that loud to him.

Better than normal senses are both a blessing and a curse. For him, though, it's mostly a curse.

He works in a high school filled with loud teenagers and just as loud co-workers. His ears are probably practically bleeding before the first period has even started.

Which is why he enjoys the ear messages. Helps the pain go away.

When it comes to you, though? He's never been happier to have it.

He loves music, but he's found no better rhythm than your heart beat and has never heard a better vocalist, even when you're sick with a scratchy voice.

You are quite literally his favourite song.

Hope you're brushed up in musical terms, by the way. He will use them a lot.

Despite his love of music, he probably doesn't get much chance to talk about it. So you're going to bear the brunt of everything he wants to say from the "The lyrics are atrocious, but the melody is quite lovely. Though they could stand to add a piano bit here and perhaps a few more strings." to "Have you heard so-and-so's latest album? It's really very good compared to other things coming out lately. It almost seems like this band knows what they're doing. Almost."

Although let's be real, hearing him jabber on about his interests is not going to be a chore.

Speaking of interests, I hope you're OK with cacti because they are everywhere.

He likes to collect them and takes great joy in caring for them.

Will occasionally compare you to one, but he means it in a good way.

Not in a 'you're really prickly' way, but in a 'Much like their beauty, yours is incomparable and unmatched before anyone else's' kind of way.

He'll also do things for you without prompting.

Running low on items needed for a beloved hobby? You'll suddenly find them replaced the next day.

Need to eat, but you don't have the energy to cook? He'll either cook for you or have a spontaneous restaurant date.

He'll always have a fresh steaming cup of tea for you in the morning. Or your whatever your favourite drink is if you don't like tea.

On a side note, I feel bad for you coffee lovers because I'm pretty certain it doesn't exist in the Netherworld, and it doesn't seem like there is a counterpart to it.

Have fun going cold turkey! -Love from a tea enthusiast

He will play music for you!

And if you also play an instrument? Even it's just singing or a light clapping of the hands, he would love to duet with you. Having a partner to play music with is literally something I can see him looking for in a partner.

If you don't play an instrument, but like to dance? He would more than love to see you dancing to his music.

It makes him feel things he didn't know he could feel.

If you can't music or dance, don't worry! He's more than happy to just play for you as you listen.

If you're interested, though, he'll be more than happy to teach you.

Little at home dates teaching you to play the piano or the violin, or any instrument you want to learn, is one of his favourite ways to spend time with you.

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He's quite distressed though when he realizes that by courting you, he's exposing himself more to the Sullivan family. He had to call out for a few days from the headache it gave him and wanted to cry at the fact he'd have to be related to the two demons he hated most, plus his favourite problem child.

Unlike Narnia though, he's incredibly helpful with raising Iruma since he practically already saw him as his own pup anyway. (Lets be honest, all of the misfits are his kids, even if he won't admit it.)

He brings the stricter side of parenting to your softer one to help balance it out. Iruma is quite happy with this arrangement, since now he has another parent to bring pride too and encourage him.

Sullivan cries a lot at Kalego blocking him from a good portion of his overboard ideas when it comes to you and Iruma. It's one of the few times you can see Kalego and Opera working together without complaint.

He's also a real guard dog when it comes to you.

He is fully willing and able to fight off anyone and everyone who decides they want to have a go at you. Even if it's his own family members. Whether it be members who have gone rogue coughNarniacough or members who think that courting is beneath Naberius's, especially unranked demons, he'll fight them all.

Listen, I have a headcannon that the Naberius clan uses highly ranked surrogate carriers and just don't do courting/marriages because romance would be a distraction.

Kalego fully believed in this until he met you. Now he's fighting the other family members (i.e his father, because his uncle couldn't care less) into submission because he refuses to give you up.

Speaking of Naberius headcannons I'm pretty sure they all have dog tails, and while Kalego usually hides his, he'll let it out and about for you. When you're alone, of course.

He refuses to admit it out loud, but he enjoys your fingers running through his tail fur, move your fingers just right, and you might even get to see it wag a little.

Will occasionally sit down next to you and just plop his tail in your lap for the pets while pretending to have not noticed and be doing something else.

Also, he's addicted to you even if he's very good at not showing it.

He's not pleased to go an extended amount of time without seeing you.

Will be extra grump and waspish during that separation period, and then will actually be slightly touchy when you're back.

Especially after the HeartBreaker exam, he will be keeping an incredibly close eye on you, and will be making lots of excuses on why you should be spending time together. From schedule/training planning for the misfits, to paperwork discussions when on school property, to a lot of at home dates when you're not at school.

In other words you have your own personal guard dog.

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lemonlover1110 · 6 months

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“He asked you to what?!” Shoko is absolutely bewildered when she hears the news that you have. She isn’t all that surprised about the fact that you had sex, she expected as much. However, she didn’t expect the man to ask for you to get married. She’s heard a lot about Toji, nothing was related to commitment and how loyal he is. They’re all rumors of course, but they all stem from somewhere. “Please tell me you rejected him.”

After your night with Toji, you find yourself in your best friend’s house. She’s in the kitchen, preparing herself a tea, and you’re with her, telling her about your date with the famous baseball player.

“I’m not in the plane with him, or am I?” You respond, a chuckle leaving your lips. Shoko squints her eyes before she tilts her head to the side. She doesn’t fully trust you. Her nails tap the granite counter that separates you two.

“What did you answer?” She has a serious tone of voice, and it almost sends a chill down your spine. It’s rare to hear her so serious. You take a moment to answer, and she repeats the question, even more serious than before, “What did you answer? Oh my god, please–”

“I told him I’d think about it.” You finally respond, and she slaps her palm on her forehead. She’s always viewed you as a smart woman, so why did the words that come out of your mouth sound like the most ridiculous thing you could possibly say? You’re not dumb enough to think about marrying an absolute stranger… Yet your response entertains that idea.

“No. Your answer should’ve been no because you two don’t know each other.” Shoko tells you, and you click your tongue. Where’s the fun in that? You aren’t going to share your thoughts though, knowing it’ll lead to getting berated by the woman that’s in front of you. “I can’t believe you… What happened after that?”

“Well… We had sex again, we talked a bit, getting to know each other then we had sex again. After that we fell asleep and when I woke up, he was gone.” You say, and she sighs. She can’t say she’s disappointed, it’s your life and you do whatever the hell you want. She’s just in disbelief that this is happening. “Can you believe that he has a flip phone?”

“Don’t change the topic!” She raises her voice, but she thinks that maybe changing the topic is the best option. She doesn’t want to overstep. It’s your choice after all, if you want to fuck up your life, she can’t yell at you for it. She takes a deep breath to calm down, “You do what you think is best, baby. Marrying him isn’t a smart choice but I’ll support you no matter what.”

“I’m not marrying him.” You assure her, even though you don’t believe your own words. You just feel so drawn to him, and you’re enamored with him even if you just met. Maybe you’re confusing your feelings of attraction with something else.

“I don’t trust you.” She answers. She hears the kettle whistle and she rushes to focus on that. At the end of the day, you make your own choices so she shouldn’t push the subject. You clear your throat before asking,

“Didn’t you have to tell me something?” You watch her pause as she tries to recall what she was going to tell you. You really caught her off guard with your news. Her eyes light up as she remembers, and a soft smile comes to her lips as you watch her cheeks turn a sweet shade of pink.

“I met the woman of my dreams last night, and best of all, she spent the night.” She tells you, and your brows raise. You should make a snarky remark but you bite your tongue, instead, you opt to listen. “She’s so perfect– I was so shocked she showed any interest in me but when I tell you I was over the moon when she approached me.”

“Do you have a picture of her? I want to see her.” You say, and she shakes her head in response. You watch as she pours the boiling water into a cup before she grabs a tea bag and dunks it in the water. “You got her number though, right?”

She stays silent. That’s your response.

You’re about to reassure her, gathering the right words to say but it’s hard. You suck at comforting people. Just as you’re about to speak pathetic words, your phone begins to ring. You see a very familiar name which makes the biggest smile appear on your lips. You excuse yourself, walking away to answer the phone. You go to Shoko’s room and shut the door behind you.

“Hey, Toji.” You speak lowly so Shoko doesn’t hear that it’s him, even when she has an idea of who it is. You love hearing your name as he greets you, it sounds flawless when it rolls off his tongue. “Not that I mind but… Why are you calling? I don’t have a solid answer yet.”

“Just want to inform my pretty lady that I’ll be in her town next week.” Toji tells you, and a foolish smile comes to your lips at the thought of seeing him again. You smile even more stupidly when you realize that he calls you his pretty lady. It’s all so sudden, but you like it. You like him. Maybe not enough to marry him, not yet at least.

“Are you coming to visit me?” You ask him, and you’re nearly over the moon when he says yes. “Then I’ll wait for you here, we can do whatever you want when you’re here. You have my number, and I’m always available for you.”

“I’ll see you then–” Toji is about to say something else, but Shoko calls out your name and you hang up without a second thought. You act as if you’ve almost been caught doing something bad. You try to play it off as if you’re not doing anything, but Shoko doesn’t care enough.

“Do you have any plans tomorrow night? Someone invited me to a birthday party and I don’t want to go alone.” Shoko asks, and you shake your head. You awkwardly smile.

“Let’s go out, that sounds like fun.”

You offered Toji to pick him up from the airport, and now you look around, searching for a tall strong man that’s nearly twice your size. You keep looking at the time, wondering if he’s off the plane yet. You check on your phone the time his flight is supposed to arrive, and you watch as luggage comes out from the conveyor belt, luggage from his flight. Maybe you should try to call him but his stupid flip phone is probably still on airplane mode.

“Where the hell are you?” You mutter, eyes hunting for the man. You’re being impatient, you just got here. You need to give him some time, he probably got off the plane and had to use the bathroom. You know that you’d feel self conscious shitting in an airplane bathroom.

You don’t like airports– At least not when you’re picking up someone else. Someone else that’s not all that easy to communicate with; you can still send him a text even if he has a flip phone, he’ll just take a little longer to respond. You decide to send him a text, asking if he’s off the plane yet.

“Hey!” You hear his voice and your head darts his way. He’s comfortable, wearing a simple black t-shirt and sweatpants, yet he manages to look as hot as ever. You smile at him, and you walk towards him, rushing to him after taking a couple of steps. You wrap your arms around him, and it takes him by surprise but he hugs you back.

“It’s so nice to see you again.” You say, and it comes out muffled since your face is pressed against his chest. You let go, and Toji weakly smiles at you.

“It’s so nice to see you again too.” He answers, and he walks to the conveyor belt to get his luggage, and once it’s in his hands, you two begin to walk to the elevator that’ll take you to the parking lot. When you enter the elevator, his hand goes into his pocket and he waves the brand new device in front of your face, “Look what I got.”

“You finally got a normal phone.” You grab the phone from his hands, and you inspect it. It’s the newest model, the old man doesn’t know what to do with all of that. “Did you change your number too?”

“Nope. Still got the same one.” He answers as you open the phone’s camera. You extend your arm out and lean towards Toji, pursing your lips together and putting up a peace sign. Toji leans down so he makes sure he’s on camera, and you snap the picture. You hand the phone back to him.

“I look pretty in that picture, you should make it your home screen.” You tell him, and he furrows his brows as he unlocks his phone.

“How do you do that?” He responds, making you chuckle. You take the phone from his hand and change the generic wallpaper to the picture you took. You hand it back to him, a smirk on your lips. The elevator doors open, and he clears his throat, “So do you have anything special planned for us?”

“Not yet, but there’s a couple fun things we can do.” You reply, and he wonders what you have in mind, but he’ll allow you to surprise him. Even if he doesn’t like surprises. You get to the car and open the trunk so he can put his luggage inside. It feels awkward for him to get into the passenger seat of your car, but he has no option but to since he doesn’t know his way to your apartment nor around the city. You get into the car and you ask, “What do you want for dinner tonight? I can cook or we can go out to eat.”

“Hmm… Are you a good cook?” Toji asks, and you hum in response. At least you like to think that you are. You turn on the car and get out of the parking lot, starting the trip to your apartment. “I want to taste your cooking.”

“You can’t blame me if you get food poisoning though.” You joke, making him chuckle. He thinks you’re joking. He prays it’s a joke. You don’t want the car ride to be silent, you can’t let thirty seconds of silence go by before you ask, “How are your games going?”

“You haven’t been watching?” He replies. You haven’t. You’re sure he knows that you aren’t a fan of the game, and as much as you’d adore to watch as the man that sits next to you hits some balls and does whatever the fuck the game consists of, you really don’t get to see much of him on the TV. He’s the only reason you’d tune in to watch a game.

“I’d rather do other things.” You don’t tell him what you’d rather do, he has an idea. Anything but watch the game. “Aren’t you going to answer the question?”

“The games are great. The team is doing great.” Toji keeps it vague, not wanting to bore you to death with something that you’re clearly not interested in. It makes you clear your throat and ask more about the topic, and he answers with more details. He’s clearly passionate about his job, so you’re entertained while you hear him talk.

You smile at him when you’re at a red light, and he smiles back at you. You won’t get to spend too much time together, but you know you’re going to have fun. Maybe not enough to get you to marry him, but enough to almost convince you to say yes. Almost.

Toji settles into your apartment, and he makes himself comfortable immediately. It’s nice that he’s comfortable enough with you to do so. Toji likes the apartment, although it’s way smaller than the one he lives in– This place doesn’t compete with his home but it’s cozy. And at least you’re here.

“I’ll go take a shower, then we can talk about dinner.” Toji says, and you watch as he opens his suitcase to pull out some underwear. He walks away and opens some doors to figure out where the bathroom is, and when he figures it out, he locks himself inside. You close the suitcase and bring it to your room so it doesn’t take up the space in the living room. He isn’t staying for long, but the suitcase is filled to the brim, almost too heavy for you to carry.

You almost find yourself in disbelief that he’s staying here, you thought that he’d never contact you again when you didn’t jump into his arms and squeal yes when he proposed. You did leave him uncertain though, leaving him with a bit of hope. You’re sure you’ll reject him again if he asks again.

“I need to see what I’ll cook tonight.” You talk to yourself, grabbing your phone to look up recipes. You try to think of what Toji ate when you went out together, and maybe you’ll look up something similar to make for him– But you also want to know what other food he likes.

You decide to toss your phone to the side, you’ll be asking him what he wants for dinner when he gets out of the shower. You focus on your bed, smoothing out the comforter. Your usual unorganized room looks like one of a magazine since it’s where Toji will be sleeping for the time he stays at your apartment. You’re sure it won’t take long for the room to become disorganized again since Toji doesn’t seem like the type of person to be neat, even when he’s staying at someone else’s place.

You proceed to lay down on the bed, grabbing your phone. You become so engrossed in the small screen that you’re startled when Toji walks into the room. “So do you have an idea of what you want for dinner? I’m getting hungry.”

You look away from the phone and at him. Water droplets going down his half-naked body. From his chest to his abs all the way to his briefs. His stupid fucking briefs. You’ve never been more mad at a piece of clothing before.

“Did I forget to put out a towel in the bathroom? I’m sorry.” You apologize, trying to focus your eyes on his face rather than his body. But your eyes keep lingering on his well-toned torso– Damn him, he looks like a god. He notices, and he chuckles.

“My eyes are up here.” He tells you, and you mumble an apology. He smirks as he walks to his suitcase to grab clean clothes. “Not that I mind.”

“What do you want for dinner? I’m not sure what you like.” You ask, watching as he puts on another pair of sweatpants and another compression shirt– It’s fair to say that he’s not the man with the most creative fashion style but he still looks hot.

“I don’t know.” He shrugs, and you laugh. You guess you’ll stick with something simple: white rice, steak, and a salad. If anything else pops up, you’ll make it but that’s what you’ll be sticking with right now.

“Okay, but you can’t complain if you don’t like it.” You respond, standing up and walking out of the room and heading to the kitchen. You open the freezer to take the meat out to thaw, and then proceed to check what you have in the fridge. You call out his name, “Toji! Come here, you’re helping me!”

“I’m a bad cook.” He claims when he walks out of your bedroom. That’s not enough to convince you though.

“You can chop up some vegetables, you don’t have to be a great cook for that.” You respond and he exaggerates a sigh that almost makes you laugh. “You know what, you can do it later. Wait for the meat to thaw.”

“What protein are you cooking?” He asks, and you tell him. “I can help you with that.”

“Aren’t you a bad cook though? Wouldn’t want you to burn the steak.” You reply.

“I can do that. That’s as much as I can do.” He answers, and you decide to not answer. You’ll make him chop up the vegetables later. Now you’ll focus on putting the rice on the stove. You put a pot of water, salt and a bit of oil on the stove before you wash two cups of rice. Toji sits on your couch and grabs the remote to turn on the TV. “Do you have any baseball channels?”

“I think you can go through the channel guide to find something.” You answer. You almost ask him why he wants to watch baseball, if he isn’t tired of the game considering that’s his job. But it seems like he’s super passionate about it, so you won’t make a comment about it.

Once the rice is on low, you walk over to him and take a seat next to him. You watch the game that he has on and you try to act interested, but you find yourself yawning at the game. You rest your head on his shoulder while he focuses on the game, and he throws his arm over you. You act like you’re dating– It’s not something too crazy since he proposed on your third meeting.

“You still need to cut up the vegetables.” You tell him, and he hums in response. You look up at him, his eyes glued to the television. You sit in complete silence for a moment, trying to focus your attention on the boring game. His stomach growls, and for some reason that gives you the idea of what you’re going to be doing the next day. “Let’s have a picnic tomorrow.”

“A picnic?” He raises his brows, and you nod in response. He purses his lips together, thinking about it before he shrugs, focusing his attention back to the television. Why not? The weather is nice outside, you might as well. “Sounds good.”

“Were you thinking of something else?” You ask, standing up from the couch to go to the kitchen. Instead of leaving the salad to him, you begin to chop the vegetables since it’s more entertaining than what he has on TV.

You and Toji end up cuddling for the night, Toji too tired to really do anything apart from a light makeout session. He wakes you up early, claiming he’s made breakfast even though the previous night he claimed he was a bad cook– He wasn’t exactly wrong since you wake up to the smell of overcooked/almost burnt eggs. You appreciate the toast, almost burnt scrambled eggs, and the pieces of fruit that are cooked too big nonetheless.

It’s a sweet act, even though he leaves the kitchen a mess and you have to clean it up. Toji makes a couple of phone calls while you clean up, and he’s still on the phone when you’re finished. You assume he’s calling his son and whoever else, so you leave him alone to get ready for your date. You excitedly get ready, thinking about the cute date that you’ll have. You’ll stop by the convenience store and buy some snacks before stopping at the park. The weather is perfect for this sort of date.

“You look beautiful.” Toji comments when you’re ready. You wear a strapless floral sundress and wear some light makeup that matches your outfit. You smile at him, going to your closet to grab the wedges that you’ll be putting on. You try not to focus on Toji as he undresses in front of you to get into the shower. It tempts you to ruin your makeup and get undressed to join him; you keep telling yourself that you can do that later.

When you’re both ready, you leave with a tote bag that has a blanket, some snacks, and some necessary utensils. Toji follows you blindly, unsure where the park you’re going is headed. It’s clearly nearby since you opted out from driving. You stop at the convenience store to get some snacks that you’re sure he likes, and then you head to the park.

You put down the blue blanket on the grass, and you both take off your shoes before taking a seat on the cover. You begin to eat the snacks that you have, and you ask, “Who were you talking to?”

“Megumi.” He answers, making you tilt your head to the side and raise your brows. “My son.”

“Oh…” You reply, and for some reason you sound disappointed. Until a chuckle leaves your lips. His brows furrow, confused at the response, and you bite down your lip before you answer, “You asked me to marry you and I don’t even know your son’s name… It’s just funny to me.”

“Yeah… The proposal was just a spur of the moment thing.” He responds, and you feel your face get warm of embarrassment. You replied that you would think about it only to hear that it was a spur of the moment thing… You try to remind yourself that you were going to reject the proposal. He watches your reaction closely before he says, “The feelings still stand though, and if you want to get married right now, I’m willing to do it. Even though we have to learn a lot about each other.”

“Let’s get to know each other first before we even think about marriage.” You respond. You’ve been talking with each other on the phone whenever you’re available, and slowly getting to know each other from a distance. Not enough to actually get married though, since this is the first time you hear his son’s name. “If we make it to marriage.”

“Do you see yourself getting married?” He asks a question he probably should’ve asked before proposing. You nod your head in response.

“I always have. I’m just not in a rush.” You answer. Toji munches on some chips, and he extends his hand, offering you some. You take a handful. “You shouldn’t be in a rush either.”

“You’re right. If I rush it, it’ll end up as a third divorce.” He makes you laugh with his response, even though it wasn’t a joke. It’s odd to think that he’s gotten married twice before. Maybe you’ve talked to a divorced man once or twice, but not one that had gotten divorced twice, and certainly not one that’s semi-famous. His eyes fall on a father and son that play catch, and it brings him a weak smile. It probably reminds him of him and his own son. He comments, “The dad has a weak throw, that poor kid is not going to learn how to throw that ball properly.”

“Go help them out.” You’re joking but Toji takes it seriously. He stands up, and you open and close your mouth as you’re about to tell him that you weren’t being serious but he’s already approaching the duo. The little kid looks excited, a grin on his face as he notices Toji, and you can safely assume he’s a fan of the player.

It’s sweet to watch Toji grab the ball from the dad, and throw it back to the father a couple of times before Toji teaches the tricks he can to the boy. You wonder if he’s like that with his son. You know Toji doesn’t see his son all that often, and Toji calls him a deadbeat, but you want to believe he’s a great dad when he’s with his son. You wonder how their dynamic is and how often Toji sees him.

You watch as the kid runs to search for a marker, and you find yourself laughing. The father begins to talk to Toji, and Toji entertains the conversation. Toji signs the ball when the kid comes back with a marker, and the father ends up taking a photo of the two. Toji walks back and sits on the blanket, and you comment, “That was so sweet.”

“What can I say? I’m a sweet man.” He responds, and you both chuckle because you know it’s not true. You reach into the bag to hand him some more food, and as he takes it from your hands. You clear your throat, making his attention go to you, “What’s up?”

“What are your thoughts on having more kids?” You ask simply because you’re curious. Does he want more? Or does he not want to go through that journey once again.

“Hmm… Kids aren’t a dealbreaker for me. Either I have one more, or I don’t. But I do hope you know that if you want kids, I’m not going to be very present. My job keeps me busy.” Toji answers. You have some questions about it; whether that's the reason he and the mother of his son separated due to his absence. But you won’t dwell on it, it’s not the right time to ask. “Why do you ask? Do you want kids and it’s a dealbreaker?”

“Oh, I’m just wondering. You were just so lovely with that kid that I wondered if you wanted more or not.” You reply. You try to change the topic to something more playful since you feel like such serious matters kill the mood. “Have you gotten used to the phone? It looks like too much for you to handle.”

“What are you trying to say? That I’m too old for that kind of technology?” His brows are furrowed, and you laugh. You hum in response.

“You’re an old fart.” You affirm. “Well, more because you had a flip phone… Speaking of, did you change your phone because of me? Or am I giving myself too much credit?”

“No you’re right. I was insulted after you insulted my phone so I decided to get a new one. Apparently this is the latest model, that’s what I was told anyway.” Toji says, and he hands you the phone. “You can check any features that your phone doesn’t have. The password is 1222.”

“What are you trying to say? I’m too broke to get a phone like this?” You ask as you put in the easy passcode. It’s like he has nothing to hide which is nice.

“I am.” And it makes you roll your eyes. It really doesn’t have anything that’s much different from your phone other than the better camera. You toss the phone back to him, and while he is a great catcher, his life nearly flashes before his eyes. “Careful with the phone.”

“Sorry.” You don’t sound sorry though, but he’ll make you sorry later.

You continue talking until your eyes grow heavy, and you both lay down for a moment. It’s supposed to be for a few minutes, but he brings you into his embrace, and the few minutes turn into a few hours.

You wake up to soft snoring, the weather outside much colder than earlier– The sun is no longer out, and you panic immediately. You sit up and check to see if everything is still there, and after verifying that you haven’t been robbed, you poke Toji. You poke him until he finally opens his eyes.

“What?” He groggily wakes up, and the first thing he sees are the stars in the night sky. He sits up and asks, “We fell asleep for a little too long.”

“We did.” You respond, and you’re about to stand up, but he grabs your arm and pulls you back down onto the blanket.

“We’re already here. Might as well stargaze.” He tells you. You lay your head back down on his chest, and look up at the sky since you have no option but to. He’s holding you down.

“Aren’t you hungry?” You ask him. The sky is clear tonight, and you can luckily view many stars in the sky. You would admire it if you weren’t a little confused after waking up outside. Luckily Toji forces you to admire it.

“We can go get something quick in an hour or so. We’re okay.” He assures you. Your ear is pressed against his chest, and you listen to his heartbeat which soothes you. You slowly calm down and admire the night sky. “I’m leaving tomorrow night.”

“Don’t remind me.” He’s no longer forcing you down so you sit up. You love spending time with him, you wish your time with him wasn’t so short lived. You wish at the very least you could meet up for coffee twice a week, and go on a fancy date on a random Saturday. You pout your lips, and he sits up as well.

“I’ll come to visit again.” He cups your face and presses his lips on yours momentarily. Your hands go over his, forcing him to keep his warm palms on your cold face. His lips fall on yours again, but this kiss is more passionate. His tongue enters your mouth and presses against yours. You let go of his hands and they move down from your face to your waist.

You get on top of him, knee on either side of him as the kiss deepens. He’s feeding your hunger, and you have no idea why you’re so touch deprived. Maybe it’s because he was teasing you the previous night and the entire week you were working yourself up at the mere thought of him. This man does the unbelievable to you.

“Toji…” You feel a soft breeze spread goosebumps on your skin, and it reminds you of where you’re at. You’re not fucking in a park– He shouldn’t even think about that, he’s somewhat famous. People know him. People would know you if anyone recognizes him and takes pictures. He pecks your lips a handful of times when you pull away, and you have to say, “Not here.”

“Huh? Why not?” He asks as you get off him. You stand up, and lend your hand so he can get up more easily. It hits him a little late, when the blood rushes from his dick back to his brain. You can’t risk getting caught. The rush is fun, but a few minutes of pleasure isn’t worth the risk of the consequences. Plus, you have a bed back home where you can do whatever you want. “Bad idea. You’re right.”

“Acting like a horny teenager for me, don’t forget I have an apartment and live alone.” You point out, making you both laugh. He laughs more in embarrassment than anything. You begin to pack everything in the tote bag. When your shoes are back on, you begin the walk to the convenience store again, ready to get something quick for dinner.

“You know, I can fly you out. You can watch my next game and then we can spend a whole week together.” Toji offers, and a smile comes to your lips at the idea. You can ask for a week off since you have a lot of vacation days leftover. Your arm intertwines with his, and you lean on him as you walk to the store.

“I like that idea. It sounds like a lot of fun.” You respond. You think to yourself how if he were to propose right now, you’d gladly accept. But luckily, Toji isn’t as stupid as he was that night. You find yourself weak for him when you hear a low laugh from him and he kisses the top of your head, assuring you,

“It’s a date then.”

#toji x y/n #toji zenin #toji fushiguro x reader #jjk #jujutsu kaisen #jujutsu kaisen x reader #toji fushiguro #daddy toji #fushiguro toji #jujutsu kaisen toji #jujutsu toji #jjk toji #toji x reader #toji x you #dilf toji #toji fushiguro x you #toji fanfic #toji fic

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rieadiary · 5 months

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PERSONAL

shyboy!anton x popular!reader

summary ; wherein your friend places a bet on you about anton and it makes you feel way more than you originally thought

warnings ; betting, kissing, friends being pick me, blackfem!, swimming(?).

a/n ; not this being like those corny wattpad fanfics, also recommended songs are ocean eyes by Billie ellish and open arms by sza! this almost ended like my last fic 😟

The new kid walked in with a hat covering his eyes and all black on, you weren’t too worried about who he was because he was new and you were almost sure he wouldn’t had have anything to do with you.

You continued doing your homework as you heard the teacher ask him to introduce himself.

“My names Anton, and I’m uh- on the swimming team”

Your friends next to you giggled and whispering how they thought he was strong. Y’all were seniors and this was when boys started bulking and paying attention to themselves, or that was what you assumed your friends were saying.

He sat down next to a girl on the other side of the classroom and Kanesha, your friend turned around towards you, “I’m drooling what- he’s so fine” she whispered, biting her lip at him. “I can’t even see his face, but to each their own” you follow up with a laugh not surprised your friend was drooling over another new kid.

“No but— oh girl look! He has his hat off!”

You glanced towards him and saw his features more, you rolled your eyes. He was pretty but that didn’t mean you’d be drooling over him so soon. You were the type of fall for someone because of how they act, not because of how they looked. “Oh wow. I can’t believe what I’m seeing!” You said sarcastically and dryly and kanesha scoffed resting her hand on her palm “girl boo. If he was sitting next to you- you’d be drooling too”

“Mhm. If you say so” you laughed at her, drawing for your math project. Kanesha hummed, “why don’t we play for keeps?” She said with a wicked grin. You eyed her, leaning back in your chair as you set your pencil down “and that’s supposed to mean what?” You dismissed, staring at your friend who smiled happily at you.

“Let’s see who can get him first! Whoever he falls for keeps him!” She explained excitedly like a little kid bargaining for candy or a Christmas gift.

“Or!” You mocked her energy, “we can just leave him alone and go about our business!” You smiled and Kanesha scowled, hitting you playfully. “Please? You can try first.. we all know I’m the cuter friend” Kanesha battered her eyes, blinking cutely.

“Girl please. That is not the case” you stared back at him who was looking at the window behind you but moved his gaze when you almost caught each other’s eyes. “I’m not into shy boys. You know that esha” you protested but Kanesha shrugged, “me either but you’ll never know if you don’t try”

It was silent for a minute as you stared at her intently, desperately praying she’d change the subject. “So.. you gon’ do it or what?” Kanesha asked again, flatting her clothes as in that was supposed to get your answer out. “Fine. Whatever, if I get rejected you owe me fifty”

The class ended and you packed up your stuff, ready to leave the classroom when Kanesha pulled you, winking suggestively at you. You groaned, walking over to Anton instantly. “Hey.. uh sorry this is gonna sound weird but what are your plans after school?” The question was awkward and you knew it but that was the only thing you could think to ask.

“Me? Um.. probably swim? Why?” Anton answered just ask awkward, pulling his backpack over his shoulder. You hummed, “did you wanna hang out before practice maybe? Show you around or- I’m sorry I’m really awkward but I wanted to be cool with you”

Anton chuckled softly nodding at your nervousness, “nah you’re cool, we can hang I don’t mind” Anton replied with a smile, easing your awkwardness. “Yeah! Cool, cool. We can meet in the gym? And talk there?”

“Yeah of course”

You nodded at his approval, watching him walk away from his desk “see you then?” He asked and you gave him a thumbs up, watching him walk off out of the classroom. You turned back around to Kanesha who started jumping in place happily, both of you giddy towards each other.

“What he say? No? Yikes girl guess that means it’s my—”

“Girl no he didn’t say any of that, we’re hanging out before his practice”

Kanesha pretended to cry then became happy for you “finally.. you’ve been single for years actually, this is god blessing you” she exaggerated and you shook your head dragging her out of class.

After school you walked into the gym and saw the basketball players who you all almost hated because of how they talked to you. You walked to the bleachers and sat waiting for Anton to see you when two boys walked over to you, annoyance already spreading through you.

“Who you in here for?” One of the boys asked, holding the basketball in his hands. “I can’t be in here? Last I checked you didn’t own this school” you answered back, a sigh escaping your lips.

“Ayo chill out, that attitude is why you sitting here alone” the other boy said, dapping his friend up as if what he said meant something.

You opened your mouth to say something but Anton called your name from at the end of the bleachers. You immediately got up and walked off away from the boys, hearing the laugh and make jokes at you as you walked off.

“You alright?” Anton asked looking back at the boys who were talking to you. You nodded, shrugging them off “yeah, nothing I haven’t been through” you dismissed frowning at the conversation.

Anton took you outside where the track students practiced, helping you walk up the bleachers outside. “How long have you been at this school?” He asked as you both sat down,

“Since my freshman year. Tried to leave but my mom doesn’t listen to my concerns” you said jokingly but Anton knew you weren’t joking.

Y’all talked for ten minutes about nothing as the conversation lightened. You found yourself letting go easily with Anton and you barely had just met him today. “Do you know that girl?” Anton asked pointing at Kanesha who were waving at the both of you, running up to you.

“Hey y’all. This is cute and all but the whole part of the bet was for me to get a turn too y/n” Kanesha admitted and Anton frowned, staring at you blankly “bet? I’m sorry? What do you mean?”

Oh no. You immediately wanted to facepalm but you didn’t because why didn’t you think this was going to happen, Kanesha was a bit of a klutz sometimes not realizing what she was doing. “We were supposed to see which one of us could pull you!”

You eyed Anton who stared at the floor, feeling played. “Anton wait it’s not like—”

Anton got up immediately, walking off not uttering a word to neither you or Kanesha. “Oh wait girl I think he’s mad at us” Kanesha trailed off seeing him walk off in anger.

“Girl why would you say that! Out of all times! You waited until now to say something?” You said through gritted teeth, annoyed that this situation had become so out of hand. Kanesha shrugged, pushing her hair out of her face as the wind started blowing roughly.

You sighed running a hand through your hair.

You waited in the gym for the swimming team to end practice, Kanesha might’ve messed up but it wasn’t entirely her fault this happened she shouldn’t had went along with this at all.

The noise of the swimming team entering the gym and the locker room interrupted you being too in your head. Your eyes instantly caught Anton’s who tried to avoid yours but you walked over to him, grabbing his arm “can I explain? Please just let me—”

“Not now, I’d rather keep my sanity by thinking this isn’t some bet too”

You pulled him away from the other boys and let him go, biting your bottom lip to stop yourself from talking too much. “Anton I know this is gonna sound how it sounds but I did enjoy talking with you.. I told my friend it wasn’t cool to make a bet but I walked over to actually get to know you, seriously I swear” you further explained, hoping Anton would understand since you weren’t good with your words.

Anton sighed, “how do I know you’re not lying?” He frowned sadly, skeptical about everything now. You didn’t know how else to prove to him how you felt, so you grabbed his face and kissed him. Anton didn’t kiss back first, pure shock spreading through him as well as a deep crimson blush, but he kissed you back, holding your cheeks as the kiss deepened sweetly.

This kiss continued until one of his teammates called his name, snapping the both of you out of your own world. You pulled away first and Anton tried to lean in again but realized he where he was, “oh right um.. we can talk later” he hurriedly said, rushing off to the locker room.

Meanwhile you stared at the wall in shock not realizing what you just did.

xoxo, riea!

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#riize #riize anton #anton #riize x reader #riize fluff #school #black girl #kpop x reader #kpop

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madeintheniamh · 1 year

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can we please have a dadrry one shot of tilly maybe getting rejected by someone she likes at school and harry comforts her? 💞

sorry this has taken me so long!

late night (boy) talking

stmf one shot #12

a/n: late night talking, but it's actually late and harry is having a detailed convo about life with his teenage daughter.

warnings: fluff. boy talk.

song: cardigan- taylor swift

Tilly had always embraced routine. Whether it was her skincare routine, her warm up routine for gymnastics, her morning routine or her night routine- she couldn’t go without them, and had been this way since she was as little as you both could remember, Lottie surprising you by being the complete opposite and doing everything on impulse in the same way that Harry did. He had just finished up a long song-writing session and was making his way out of the studio you had set up for him downstairs when he noticed the light shining through the small crack between Tilly’s bedroom door and the doorframe, along with the soft hum of a sad song coming from her laptop speakers, and he knew something was off. He always knew when something was off with his girls, it was just his thing, as if he was constantly in tune with their emotions and had some telepathic link to them. He peered down at his watch, his reading glasses slipping slightly further down his nose as he did. Tilly was never awake past midnight, yet the dainty hands told him clearly that it was close to one in the morning. He scratched at the patch of stubble beginning to grow on his chin, because he never shaved when he was hyper-fixated on writing new music. Or cut his hair for that matter, which was touching his chin again. His cheek was now rested against the doorframe, and he knocked softly, before letting himself in.

Her room was a mess- completely different from the neat and ordered state she religiously kept it in. Although it was barely illuminated by the soft glow of her bedside lamp, he could see clothes scattered all over her pink window seat, pillows strewn all over the floor, six different half empty bottles of water on her bedside table, tissues scattered across her bed and finally her, wrapped under the covers dressed in one of his old hoodies.

“Go away, Lottie,” She hissed, her words muffled slightly as her head was buried into her pillow.

Harry snickered a bit at that, putting on a high-pitched voice in an attempt to mimic his youngest daughter. “Fine, I’ll go, god you’re so mean,”

She lifted her head up slightly as soon as she realised that it was him, revealing a huge black mascara stain on her pillowcase as she did. As soon as she saw him smile hopelessly at her, she burst into tears yet again, coughing slightly from the force of her sobs.

“Hey baby,” He whispered, holding her shaking frame in his arms. “What’s got you all upset, hmm? You’re going to make me cry,”

“Daddy, I can’t, I just, I-”

“You take your time, sweet angel,” He soothed, rubbing his hand in circles across her back. “I’m here to listen when you’re ready,”

“He said no,” She sobbed. “He said no, in front of everyone,”

“You’re joking,” Harry cackled. “How could anyone turn you down?”

“Well, obviously,” She began to catch her breath again. “I’m not pretty enough for him. He probably thinks I’m ugly, because I am,”

“Whoa, hey,” Harry warned, taking her chin in the palm of his hand and forcing her to look at his eyes. “Don’t you dare say that about yourself, Matilda Gemma, because you know it isn’t true,”

She scorned slightly at hearing her full name. “But it is true,”

His eyebrows raised further up his forehead, a line forming in the middle of them like it always did when he was irritated.

“I think we need to look at getting you another eye test,” He sighed. “You obviously can’t see properly, if that’s what you believe,”

“I can see, Daddy,” she snapped. “You’re just saying that to make me feel better, like you always do,”

“You know that’s not true,” He replied, sweeping a strand of blonde hair from out of her eyes. “Do I ever lie to you, baby?”

“Sometimes,” she began to smile slightly. “Last time we went to the dentist, you said it would be fine, and then they said I needed a filling, remember,”

He almost snorted at that, but put his hand over his mouth to avoid you getting out of bed to moan at him about keeping you up so late. He held his hands up in defeat.

“You got me, Tilly Gem,” he giggled. “But I mean about serious life things.”

“That was serious!” She moaned, her lips pouted slightly.

He had stopped himself from laughing now, but his dimples were still showing.

“I know, I know,” he replied. “But teenage boys are stupid. I mean, I know, I was one, many years ago,”

“When you had that stupid haircut,” She mocked.

“Yeah, maybe- actually, that’s quite rude, you know,” he scolded, but his lips were still set in a smile. “It wasn’t my best haircut, but I had more hair than I do now, so that’s something,”

That made her laugh, and as she did, he reached down to swipe the leftover smeared mascara from under her eyes.

“Why do you need a boy to tell you you’re pretty, hmm? What makes this ‘rupert’ or whatever his name is, so special? I bet he’s punching,” He laughed.

“But Daddy, he plays rugby,”

“Ooooh, he plays rugby,” he cackled. “But is he going to write you songs, like your Daddy does? Can he even sing like me?”

She stared into space for a second, trying to justify all her reasons for being upset, but they were beginning to fall away.

“That’s not fair, Daddy,” she sighed. “No one sings like you,”

“That’s very kind, Tilly Gem,” he smiled. “But you shouldn’t like a boy because he can sing, or because he can play rugby, or because he drives a Mercedes, or any of those things. You should like him because he’s nice to you, and he cares about you, and he treats you like you’re the most important thing in his life. That’s what you deserve,”

Her eyes lit up slightly, although they were still glossy. “Do you think?”

“Yes,” he nodded. “And if he embarrasses you in front of people, or he makes you upset, or he makes you feel like you should change things about yourself, then he’s obviously not the right one, is he?”

“Maybe you’re right,” She leaned into his arms, feeling his stubble scratch against her cheek.

“The right guy will come, baby,” he smiled. “Don’t waste your time on guys who make you feel like shit, you’re too young for all that rubbish,”

He tucked the covers in over her, making sure her shoulders were fully covered, before reaching over to switch off her lamp.

“And you should really wear your glasses more,” He giggled, leaning over to kiss her on the forehead, before approaching the door. “Because you and Lottie are the most beautiful girls in the world, and the best thing that has ever happened to me,”

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HARRY LOVES HIS GIRLS. HE LOVES THEM. NO MAN WILL MATCH HARRY. i said what i said

i am still taking requests for my dadrry series! if you have anything, literally anything, if you think it's weird, too vague- send it over and i will try my best. i always love writing using your prompts!

if you liked this one shot, the link to the slipping through my fingers series masterlist is here...

i am going to bed now bc it's 1.30am. goodnight x

#harry styles #dadrry #harry styles dad #harry styles fluff #harry styles imagine #harry styles one shot #stmf #harry styles fanfiction

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crookedkryptonitebeliever · 2 months

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Yves ask<3

At like 2am I was listening to a playlist that had the song It's Over Isn't It from Steven Universe and I couldn't help but think a little bit about Yves. Idk if you see it but some of the lines in the song were giving me a bit of angsty Yves vibes. Like Yves not understanding why he "lost" to some random love interest like in that one Montgomery post.

Idk could be just me but I got a bit of Yves brain going on rn..

Well i mean, Yves was partially inspired by Pearl from Steven universe too, and it definitely comes with the angst fr theres some parallels between Greg and Monty; Yves FUCKING hates Montgomery's guts for stealing you away but he has no choice but to act like he actually "loves" him deep down, past Yves's monster-in-law exterior. Because Montgomery makes you happy and he knows if Yves were to express how he really feels, you would be devastated.

In his mind, the ultimate goal isn't to please himself, but to please you in life. He can't kill Montgomery or else you will feel hollow and unhappy. He cant give you an ultimatum, because even if you chose him, you would still yearn for Montgomery. Yves can't just bend reality this time, because somehow your attraction and love towards Montgomery is so strong, to break that bond is to break you too.

So he just smiles and digs his fingernails into his palm until it breaks the skin, only letting out the most blood-curling, ear-obliterating Yves-rage scream in the privacy of his home. Maybe even sticking some pins and needles into his heavily abused Montgomery voodoo doll, casting spells with obscure ingredients and ancient scripts since he would turn spiritual when facing things that he couldn't accept.

Under all that calm and collected mask is a hurricane of emotions; especially unimaginable anguish and anger. Desperately wishing that you would have preferred what Yves had. Desperately wishing you had chosen him instead.

But you nor Montgomery would know the depth of his hatred for the man who robbed Yves of his rightful position as your husband. You wouldn't know the excruciating pain he felt when you rejected him and went for someone he perceived as a lesser being. He hates him.

Yves hates, hates, hates Montgomery so much and he would torture him so gorily and cruelly, that even the devil would retch in disgust. Alas, you love that... Pathetic excuse of a man. He cannot do anything further than a couple of petty exchanges and stare at you longingly.

You wouldn't know just how much your best friend despised and loathed him, especially when he's so kind to Montgomery and claims to care about him too.

Perhaps you should listen to your husband when he says he's not at all comfortable being alone in a room with Yves. Maybe you should believe Montgomery when he says there is something very, very off about your beloved best friend.

Then again, Yves doesn't take his mask slipping off his true, ugly form lightly. Best to just pretend that nothing is happening and ignore the fact that his house increasingly smells like incense.

#yandere #yandere x reader #yandere oc #yandere male #oc yves #yandere concept #tw yandere #yandere x you #yandere oc x reader #male yandere oc x reader

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asongofmarvelanddc · 2 years

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Duty PT 4½: Robb's POV

PAIRING: Robb Stark X Reader

WORD COUNT: 4753

WARNINGS: None

SUMMARY: Robb is crushing underneath the weight of his responsibilities, and with his wedding looming, there seems to be no end to his plight.

MASTERLIST | ROBB STARK MASTERLIST

A/N: I want to start by saying I am so overwhelmed by the amount of love this series has received while I've been temporarily away from tumblr. I haven't written anything in a while and coming back to see all your amazing comments honestly made me so emotional. I forgot how much I love to write, so from the bottom of my heart, thank you for reminding me. I wish this was part 5, but I've dropped a very (very) rough sneak peek of a future chapter at the end. I hope you enjoy 💞

"What is it?"

Jon is staring at Robb inquisitively. The two have been sitting in silence for some time. They were supposed to be breaking their fast, but Robb got distracted by a letter delivered to him by Maester Luwin. He’s been reading it intently over and over again, eyebrows furrowed as his mind races.

Robb looks up at the sound of Jon’s voice and folds the letter, putting it down to the side.

“Nothing,” he says, as he picks up his fork and attempts to resume eating, but finds he has suddenly lost his appetite.

Jon sits up properly now. He knows that something is wrong, but he doesn’t ask again. Eventually, Robb puts down the fork and balls his fists, a sigh escaping his lips.

“I’m worried,” he confesses, “Not one of these letters from King’s Landing has mentioned Arya.”

“She’s a child, maybe they just—”

“They claim to have two Starks,” Robb cuts him off sharply, “If that were true, they would make it abundantly clear.”

Sansa’s letter came shortly after their father’s arrest and imprisonment — her script, but clearly the Queen’s words. Robb expected to receive parchment covered in Arya’s blotchy scrawls not long after, but nothing ever came. It’s as if she was never in King’s Landing.

Jon is quiet as the implications of Robb's words dawn on him, “They wouldn’t harm her."

Robb stares off into the distance as he considers what the Lannisters might be thinking. Everything in him wishes he could know what is happening at King's Landing.

"No, I don't think they would," he finally mutters, briefly rubbing his eyes with the heels of his palms, "Not after Father."

At least that is what he is choosing to believe. What he has to believe in order to keep hold of any sanity that remains in him.

He's tired. Exhausted beyond comprehension. He barely sleeps at night because the thoughts in his head never quiet. There is always something that needs to be done, something that needs attending to, both at Winterfell and at the frontlines.

It's getting to be too much.

Robb sighs heavily and stands up suddenly. "Please, don't speak a word of this to anyone. I don't want Mother to worry," he says as he walks away, "I need to think."

***

More bad news.

A raven from the South carrying a stern rejection from Stannis Baratheon of Robb’s offer of allyship. Robb expected as much, but a part of him had hoped that the old man would put his pride aside and choose to stand with the North.

“He must be confident that he can defeat the Lannister army in battle,” Maester Luwin suggests. There is no such explanation in the short scroll.

“Whatever it is,” Robb says through gritted teeth as he balls up the piece of paper in his hand, “It doesn’t help us.”

He walks over to his desk and sits down, his knuckles pressed together under his chin. His mind is racing.

“What happens if Stannis usurps the throne? Will you bend the knee?”

Robb looks up at Maester Luwin with hard eyes and sets his jaw. “The North will never again bend the knee to a Southern king. Not while I live.”

A look of pride quickly crosses Maester Luwin’s face. Their conversation is interrupted when Catelyn enters, unaware that her son is not alone.

“My Lady,” Luwin bows in greeting before leaving the two.

Catelyn moves closer to the desk where her son is sat shuffling through some papers, “You look tired.”

“There’s much to be done,” Robb shrugs as he reads yet another request for men from one of his Lords to maintain the upkeep of their holdings.

“It can wait,” she says as she places her hand over the letter and lowers it.

Robb looks at her in confusion and she smiles, nodding to the window just behind him. He turns to look outside and sees the sun going down over the castle walls.

“Right.”

He sighs and gets up to put on his cloak, ignoring the sinking feeling in his chest. Catelyn stops him as he heads for the door.

“Before you go, I just want to know that you understand the importance of the commitment you are making tonight.”

“Of course I do. I haven’t taken this decision lightly,” he turns to face her, “We need the Myrrton's army now more than ever."

Catelyn nods slowly, “And what about her? Lady Y/N?”

“What of her?”

She cocks her head to the side, “Do you care for her at all?”

“I care for her well-being, as any husband should his future bride,” his voice is unemotional and steady, “I’m sure she’s finding all of this just as difficult as I am.”

“Perhaps even more so."

Robb frowns in confusion. He knows that whatever you may be feeling today is no different to what he himself is going through. In fact, considering all he has had to sacrifice, he believes that not even you could know how he feels.

"More so?"

Catelyn nods in response.

“After you say those words tonight and become man and wife, you will wake tomorrow in your childhood home, where your family and all the people you grew up with reside,” she says, “Lady Y/N, however, will not return home. Her mother and father will be gone. She will have no one but you."

"Many have been through the same," Robb says in a stoic manner, "I'm sure she will cope."

"But she is not like most young brides, is she?"

Once again, Robb frowns. His mother is staring him dead in the eye as if there is something unspoken yet understood between them, but he can't discern what she is hinting at.

"Mother, what are you talking about?"

She raises a brow. “As much as they say women like to gossip, we know the truth — men talk too," she walks closer to him, "I’m sure you’ve heard the stories from your men. About what happened to her in King’s Landing.”

Robb rolls his eyes dismissively and turns to head for the door, "That's all gossip."

“From what her mother tells me, that isn’t the case."

He stops in his tracks. The whispers he's heard are not simply 'unpleasant' experiences with a suitor – they are downright horrific. There was never a moment when he believed any of those stories could be true.

"I couldn't begin to imagine how she must feel," Catelyn's voice is barely above a whisper, "Yet again marrying for her family’s benefit to a man she doesn’t know and doesn’t trust. She must be terrified.”

He can't help but think back to the one time you spoke of King's Landing, just after he threw these very rumours in your face. The way your voice wavered...

Robb blinks and looks to the side as he starts to feel the unmistakable pit in his stomach caused by guilt.

"I saw her outside just now," Catelyn continues, "She'd just been sick, the poor girl. She claimed she was feeling ill, but I know better."

"I don't know why you're telling me all this, Mother," he turns around to face her, just a hint of exasperation in his tone.

"Do you remember when I asked you to be Sansa's escort when she wanted to visit a friend outside the castle walls? You couldn't be angry with me so you took it out on your sister," she chuckles as Robb rolls his eyes.

"What has that got to do with my marriage?"

Catelyn pauses for a moment before stepping closer to him. She presses her hands against his cheeks and brushes his curls out of his face.

"I know you're not happy about this, Robb. And I wish you could choose to marry someone you truly love," Robb looks away as she speaks, "But this is where fate has led all of us. You don't have to be happy about it, but you must accept it. Promise me, Robb."

Robb knows his mother is right. This marriage isn't as simple as moving pieces on a map, it is not some great battle strategy. After tonight, he will have another person whose care and wellbeing is his sole responsibility.

He may find you snobbish and slightly condescending, and he knows there is not a chance on this earth that he could ever grow to love you as his wife...but this arrangement is not your fault.

He can't keep punishing you for not being the woman he wants.

"I promise, Mother."

***

The serenity of the Godswood offers little comfort to Robb.

Never has he been so sure of a decision, yet so torn apart by it. The moment he goes through with this marriage, he gains an advantage against the Lannisters. Yet, one thought still lingers at the back of his mind: when the war is over, will any of this have been worth it? Will he wake up beside you one morning and regret this night?

Robb is pulled out of his thoughts by Catelyn mouthing something at him from a distance. He can't make it out, but she forms a smile and nods encouragingly, so he mirrors her expression and plasters a smile on his lips.

Before long, two figures begin walking down the cleared path towards him. At first, you're shrouded by shadows and the bodies of some of the guests on either side of the aisle. When you come into full view, your arm is interlocked with your father's as you stare straight ahead.

For a moment, Robb wonders if you see him standing underneath the Weirwood tree, but just as the thought crosses his mind, your gaze falls on him.

As soon as he locks eyes with you, his smile drops. Almost immediately his jaw clenches and his breath catches in his throat. It's a purely uncontrollable reaction, but it happens and Robb finds it strange.

The glistening of the silver on your dress, the unusual braids in your hair...and the look in your eyes when they meet his. It's a look that mirrors how he feels.

He hasn’t been so struck by a woman’s appearance in some time, but the eyes don’t lie, and it is undeniable that on this night, you look beautiful.

As you approach, Robb steps forward, his hands clasped behind him, “Who comes before the gods?”

“Y/N of House Myrrton comes here to be wed. A woman grown and flowered, trueborn and noble. She comes to beg the blessings of the gods.”

Lord Cillian seems unsure when he speaks. Robb doesn't know whether the uncertainty in his tone is due to being unfamiliar with these words, or hesitant about this whole affair.

“Who comes to claim her?”

Robb clears his throat as discreetly as he can before lifting his chin.

“Robb of House Stark, Lord of Winterfell and King in the North. I claim her,” he announces, “Who gives her?”

“Cillian of House Myrrton, her father.”

Robb watches as Lord Cillian's tone softens when he speaks to you, “Lady Y/N, will you take this man?”

Robb grows anxious as you seem to hesitate before answering, then, like you'd been snapped out of a trance, you whisper something to yourself. His brows furrow as he questions whether you've given the answer they're all waiting for.

Before he has a chance to ask, you look him square in the eye and answer, "I take this man."

Robb is slightly intimidated by the intensity and decisiveness in your gaze. He holds his hand out to you and waits until you slip your hands into his before guiding you towards the heart tree.

As he drops to his knees at the base of the tree, the rest of the world melts away, and it's just him and the gods. But he can't seem to find any words for them.

He has uttered the same prayers over a thousand times in the last year. That his sisters will return home safely and those involved in his father's murder will be brought to justice. None have been answered yet. Still, he whispers the prayer again, choosing to have faith in the gods.

He raises his head only to find that yours is still bowed, your eyes closed. There's a desperation in your posture that makes that feeling of guilt settle in the pit of his stomach again. So, he bows his head yet again and asks the gods for one more thing; that the two of you find peace in this arrangement, in whatever form that takes.

You rise to your feet together and Robb immediately steps closer to you, eager to be done with this ceremony. He removes the maiden cloak that shrouds you and hands it to the man standing behind him, swapping it for the Stark cloak.

As he brushes your hair over your shoulder and out of the way, an unfamiliar scent wafts up his nose, warming his whole body. It’s earthy and spicy, yet sweet – unlike anything he’s ever smelled before. The kind of scent that would be overpowering most times, but you’ve clearly applied just enough to be inviting.

He inhales deeply before resuming with his task.

When you turn to face him, the Stark cloak now shrouding you, Robb suddenly feels the weight on his shoulders grow heavier. He was never one to think about marriage when he was young. Still, he never expected to feel so devoid of any love towards his wife. To look at her and see nothing but yet another burden.

He holds out his arm to you and leads you out of the godswood, the whole time questioning what he could have done to offend the gods and be cursed with such a life.

***

Why isn't she eating?

Robb has been kept entertained for most of the night by his bannermen – it's hard not to be when they're all drunk and feasting. But every time he glances in your direction, he finds you sullen and staring into space, and the thought returns.

Why isn't she eating?

He's noticed it since you arrived at Winterfell. You rarely join them for any meals, and when you do, your plate remains untouched. At the engagement feast, you spent most of the time playing around with your food, but he can't recall seeing you eat any of it. It didn't concern him at the time, but he's finding it strange now so he decides to speak up.

"You haven't touched your stew."

Oddly, you jump at the sound of his voice. He sees confusion in your eyes when you turn to look at him, so he nods to your bowl to reiterate his statement.

"I, um...I'm not very hungry."

It's the first time since the day he met you that you have sounded unsure of your own words. The stutter and the way you avoid his eyes – he knows that you are hiding something.

He leans closer to you in an effort keep the conversation private. "My mother told me that you were sick earlier," he wonders if the mild concern he's feeling is evident in his voice, "Did you have anything to eat after?"

Robb is shocked when you shake your head no.

"Then surely you must be hungry?"

Again, Robb is baffled when you simply shrug in response. He can't read you at all – not that he has ever been able to. In all honesty, it is one of the most frustrating things about you. How is he supposed to be a husband to a stone wall?

Still, he knows that any person who has no food in their stomach must be hungry, whether you confess to it or not. He reaches for a bowl of fruit on his side of the table and places it in front of you. You may dislike the Northern food, but even a man who has enjoyed an entire feast would not say no to a juicy fig.

"You should have some, if you like," he nods to the bowl, but your expression remains unsure. "I wouldn't want my new bride starving herself on the first night," he teases you in an attempt to ease your apparent discomfort.

That seems to do the trick as he notices the glimmer of a smile – a genuine one – on your lips. Satisfied, he takes an apple from the bowl and leans back in his chair, watching you finally reach for something to eat.

He notices how carefully you inspect every fruit, discarding the bruised ones. He's not even sure you realise you're doing it. You have the same look on your face that you did when you walked towards him in the godswood, just before he caught your gaze – in a trance.

"I should've said it earlier, but you look beautiful tonight."

As soon as the words leave his lips, he questions whether he should've said it at all. He meant it, of course, but not in the way that it might come across. His only intention is to be kind. You're his wife now after all.

"Thank you," you smile, though Robb sees the way your brows furrow ever so slightly in confusion, "You look very handsome as well."

You look away before he can even respond and the conversation ends there.

The festivities continue as expected with singing, dancing, and arguments that arise and resolve themselves within seconds. Some of the men tell their most entertaining stories of battle, and Robb is happy to see you laughing at some of their jokes.

Drunk and exhausted, Robb is just about ready to retire for the evening when he hears the words he's been dreading all night.

"It's time for the bedding ceremony!"

In seconds, the women seated nearest to the High Table are on their feet and pulling him towards them. They paw at him, doing their best to undress him as they march him through the Great Hall and towards his bedchambers. He can't discern what is going on through the cheers, the laughter and the comments – it's all too much. By the time the girls arrive with him at his chambers, all they have managed to remove is his tunic.

"Be gentle with the poor girl," one of the women winks as she leaves the room.

Before long, he hears more bellowing laughter and jeering coming down the hall. The men carrying you lower you to the ground at the bedroom doors and push you in before making a swift exit.

Seeing you almost completely undressed and shrinking into yourself, Robb suddenly feels guilty again. The bedding may have simply been an annoyance to him, but it was clearly more than that for you. He shouldn't have let it happen.

He watches as you awkwardly look around the room, avoiding looking in his direction. Robb doesn't move a muscle, fearing that you're seconds away from dashing out of the room.

Without any warning, you spin on your heel and turn your back to him. The sudden action makes Robb jump, but still, he makes no move to approach you.

He's frozen in a way he's never been before, not even before his first battle. Sweat begins to form at his hairline as he wipes his clammy palms on his trousers. He tries to convince himself that it's the heat from the fire burning that's causing this and not his nerves.

He takes a step forward, wanting to reassure you that he won't touch you, even if it's what is expected of you, but the words seem pointless when you lift a hand and lower the strap of your chemise. You do it slowly, and Robb can't tell if this is hesitation or some kind of seduction. Either way, he doesn't know how to respond.

Once the straps come off, the gown slips and reveals what's hidden underneath.

Robb lets out a gasp.

Instantly, he regrets it, knowing he's given the wrong reaction. As you rush to pull the straps back on, Robb struggles to digest what he's seen. Three long and thick scars – one starting from the nape of your neck – jagged and stretching down your back. The wounds look mostly healed, but they can't be more than a few months old. He doesn't have to think about it to know exactly where they came from.

Joffrey.

That is all the proof he needs to confirm the rumours were true. And worse, he fears that this isn't the worst of it. Those scars could've been made by anything from a knife to a whip. The thought of someone doing that to you makes him feel sick.

Slowly, you turn around to face him. He can tell that you're hurt by his reaction, but he can't bring himself to comfort you. He doesn't know how. Just as he thinks you're about to scold him like you've done before, you do the unexpected and begin to approach.

Once again he freezes, and when you stop right in front of him, Robb is unsure what he's supposed to do. You're looking into his eyes like you're searching for something, but he doesn't want to mistake your intentions for anything more.

That doesn't matter because those intentions are made clear when you lean in and press your lips against his.

It's...different.

Your lips are soft, and your scent – that scent. For a brief moment it makes him forget where he is, who you are, and he leans in, arms sliding around your waist. But when your arms wrap around his neck, he misses something.

Elyse. The way her fingers would find their way into his curls.

That's all it takes to snap back to reality. This isn't her. And all of a sudden, she's the only thing on his mind. Her dark hair, her kind smile. The memory of her forms a lump in his throat.

He's tried. This whole night he's tried to put her out of his mind, but even now in what should be the most intimate moment between a man and his wife, Elyse is the only woman he can think about. The guilt returns.

Is that all this marriage will ever be? Constantly feeling guilt and shame whenever he looks at you, knowing Elyse is the only person who will ever occupy his heart?

He feels a wetness on his cheeks and salt on his tongue.

Is she crying?

“Wait, wait. Stop,” Robb suddenly says as he pulls away from you, your cheeks stained with tears, “Are you alright?”

You look at him like you're confused. “What do you mean? I’m fine.”

He raises a thumb to your cheek and wipes away a tear. "You're crying," he says, almost dumbfounded.

The second he says it, you gasp and quickly wipe your cheeks in embarrassment. Robb simply watches in disbelief. You plaster a smile on your lips as you continue wiping away the tears that seem to be beyond your control. You're stumbling, fighting to keep up that stone wall that Robb has been so desperate to see beyond.

“Ignore me,” you chuckle nervously, “My emotions sometimes get the better of me.”

“You don’t have to pretend.”

“I do if I’m to have even a smidgen of comfort tonight.” You're smiling, but there's pain in your voice where you're trying to convey conviction.

Robb softens as he cocks his head to the side and looks at you, “Y/N…we’re not obligated to do anything tonight.”

“What?” your eyes widen ever so slightly, a glimmer of hope appearing.

He shakes his head and turns his gaze to the bed. “You don’t want to do it,” he says, “And without meaning any offense to you, I don’t want to do this either.”

In truth, he can't even entertain the thought of being with anyone but Elyse. Not that he intends to confess that to you.

A sigh of relief escapes his lips once the weight of the consummation is lifted from his shoulders.

“What should we do then?” you ask after a moment, “Shall we return to the feast?”

Robb has been awake since first light. He can't think of anything worse. “It has been a long day for me," he yawns and stretches his muscles, "So unless you desperately want to return to the festivities, I would like to turn in for the night.”

He walks to the bed and collapses on top of it like a sack of flour. The room grows. dimmer as you go around the room blowing out the candles, leaving only the fire from the hearth to illuminate the room.

You climb into the bed on the other side of him and turn your back to him. He knows you're still not used to the Northern cold, yet you make no move to adjust the blanket despite the fact that it is barely covering your body.

Without a word, he lifts himself off the blanket and slips under it so that there's enough for you. Then he tucks a hand under his head and lets his eyes flutter closed.

“I had my own Elyse.”

His eyes snap right back open.

He turns his head to face you even though you can't see him, shocked beyond belief and rendered speechless.

“He was an armourer I met simply by chance,” you continue, “He was my comfort and my peace during the hardest period of my life. And I loved him for it.”

Just like that, everything makes sense. Your callousness about his feelings for Elyse. The words you threw so casually in his face.

"You're not the first to have loved and lost. You won't be the last."

At the time he knew you were speaking from experience, but he never expected a confession.

He quickly turns his gaze to the ceiling when he realises that you're turning to face him.

“Was it like that for you?”

The memory of the days after his father's death wash over him like a wave. Never had he ever felt such deep sorrow. It burrowed into his bones like a disease, and he never thought he would be rid of that pain.

Not until Elyse.

When he turns back to you, your eyes are staring deep into his. The fire from the hearth is casting a warm glow over your face, but it's the moonlight from the open window just above your heads that is reflected in your eyes. His gaze lingers for a moment before he answers.

“Yes,” he admits, “Elyse and I…After my father’s death is when we grew close.”

You nod and look down at the sheets.

“When I left King’s Landing, I didn’t get the chance to say goodbye to him,” you whisper, voice trembling, “I wanted to thank him for making me happy after everything that happened.”

Robb’s eyes stay on you, but not once does he speak. He doesn't know which is worse; having to see the person you love everyday, knowing you can never be with her, or never getting the chance to even say goodbye.

He looks at you and knows that your heart is no more available than his own. Even though you don't say it, it's clear as day in your eyes – you haven't let go of your armourer, and you probably never will.

Without saying any more, you turn to face the other way, whispering a quick, “Goodnight.”

This is the rest of his life, he realises. A wife who will forever be just out of arms' reach, and the woman he loves never to be his again. An undoubtedly cursed existence. One he can do nothing about.

Ignoring the hollow feeling in his chest, he turns to face away from you.

“Sleep well.”

***

SNEAK PEEK FOR ONE OF THE FUTURE CHAPTERS:

“I’m not happy, and I’m not content.”

“Happiness and contentment are a luxury most of us do not get to enjoy," he snaps.

“Some people deserve it. After all they’ve been through.”

Robb scoffs and turns to you. “We’ve all been through terrible things. You’re not the only one.”

“I know. I know the tragedy you’ve endured,” you climb off the bed and walk towards him slowly, “Even now I see how much burden you carry on your shoulders.”

You take his hand in yours and look into his eyes, “Don’t you owe it to yourself to try and find any happiness?”

Robb’s gaze lingers as he considers it for a moment. A brief moment. Then he snatches his hand from hers and heads for the door.

You're shocked by this, and suddenly a burning anger begins to swell in her chest. A rage that felt a lot like hatred. Hatred because of how selfish and stubborn he was being.

“I know you’ve heard the rumours about Joffrey and I,” he freezes in his steps as you speak, “Yet you’ve never asked me about them.”

Slowly, you walk towards him and stand in front of him, blocking the door. “You’ve also seen the scars on my body — scars that not even my parents have seen. And you never asked me about those either.”

You cock your head to the side as you look into his avoiding eyes. “Why is that?” you ask in a genuine tone, “Do you not want to know? Or are you afraid to know?”

He avoids your eyes as you wait for him to speak, to say anything. But he never does.

“You won’t ask?" you raise a brow, "Very well. Then I shall ask you a question of my own.”

“Have you ever been violated?” you ask through gritted teeth, “And I don’t mean someone taking your home or your father away from you, I mean personally violated. To have everything stripped away, to be broken down into a shell of nothingness. No fight, no dignity, no will…to do anything.”

You stand on your toes and lean forward until your shaky breath is fanning his face and your rage-filled eyes are burning into his, “That is what Joffrey did to me.”

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𝗳𝗮𝗹𝗹𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗳𝗼𝗿 𝘂 | 𝗸. 𝘁𝗮𝗻𝗷𝗶𝗿𝗼

warnings: possibly an implied fem! reader, tooth-rotting fluff, not proofread

synopsis: a songfic with the song "falling for u!" by peachy <3

wc: 1176

i was hanging with you and then i realized

you were out taking a stroll with tanjiro, the beautiful hues of the setting sun reflected on his face making him practically shine.

"woah," he stared in awe as the sun disappeared into the ocean. "it's so beautiful, isn't it?" he smiles at you.

"yeah, it is." you smile back.

something about his smile and his voice..it sent chills down your spine. it doesn't help that his eyes shine so bright they probably make the stars jealous. and his personality? why is so nice? why does it keep giving you butterflies every time?

i didn't think it was true

is it..? no, it can't be. tanjiro has been your friend for almost 2 years and that's all he is. just a friend. nothing more.

unless..?

you'll have to ask mitsuri about this.

i was surprised when i found i'd fallen for you

"you're in love, y/n!" mitsuri squealed.

in love? with tanjiro?

your eyes widen, "no, you're mistaken!"

she grins as if she was the one in love, "look at yourself, y/n! you're blushing."

"huh?" you bring your fingers to touch your cheeks. they're warm. really really warm. "oh..."

i didn't wanna believe my feelings for you

"tanjiro is nothing more than a friend. it seems that he's just a closer..friend than others." you cross your arms, firm in your statement.

"nothing more than a friend..yet."

"no, never."

"y/n, it's okay to admit your feelings for him. being in love is totally normal and, in fact, you're lucky you fell for a guy like tanjiro!"

"but i don't want to be in love."

"why not?"

i didn't wanna believe that i could lose you if i told you just how i felt

"because what if i tell him and he doesn't share the same feelings? it'd just make things awkward and ruin our friendship."

"but how do you know he'll reject you?"

"because-" you took a second to think about it.

she smiled, resting her head on the palm of her hand.

"well, because his top priority is to find a cure for nezuko. love would just get in the way and hinder his progress."

"that's where you're wrong, y/n. love isn't something you can control. you can't switch it on and off like a light switch. so he definitely can be in love with you while still having his priorities."

"but-"

"no more excuses, y/n. you're in love and you know you are!" she pat your head.

but i can't help it, i'm falling for you

as much as you hate to admit it, she's right. and as much as you don't want to be in love, you are.

"fine. maybe i do have a little crush on tanjiro."

"are you sure it's just a crush?" she chuckled.

your cheeks turned beet red, "yes, it definitely is just a crush!!"

"mhm, sure." she laughed.

and i can't quit it, 'cause i'm stuck on you

the next time you saw tanjiro, your cheeks turn red and you immediately walked the other way.

"oh, y/n!" he waved from afar.

you noticed him and did a full 180°.

"y/n, wait up!" he chased after you, still waving his hand to catch your attention.

he stops running when he realizes that you're speed walking away from him and just stands there complaining dumbfounded.

and it might be pathetic

you continued speed walking which gradually turned into full on sprinting away from him.

have you always had these feelings? you swore your heart never raced that fast at the sight of tanjiro.

and you might be skeptical

the next few times you saw him, the same thing happened. he tried to approach you in a setting where there was no possible way you'd run, but you still did.

again, he stood there dumbfounded wondering what's going on.

did he make you mad? what could he have possibly done that made you keep running away from him?

wait-

but i just want to be with you

you fully admitted and accepted that you do, indeed, like tanjiro. you came to mitsuri for advice so often, it was unusual for you not to, but you still never took any of it.

each time she just smiled and listened to your rants and your stories. she'd put in her words of advice and comments here and there, but it was mostly just you who was talking.

please tell me, boy, can you get a clue or come through?

"why won't he realize? should i be more obvious?"

"i'm sure he's already realized, y/n. you make it so painfully obvious."

"no i don't!"

"y/n, don't try to fight it. stuff like this happens with love."

you sigh.

'cause i just want to be with you

you wonder how you'd be as a couple. would he make a good boyfriend? would you make a good partner? mitsuri urged you to tell him because "the only way to find out is to make it come true."

you couldn't help but daydream about him every chance you got.

i'm scared of telling you how i feel

"y/n, you really should tell him. you've been avoiding him for 2 months!"

"but i'm scared.."

"i know you are, everyone is when they confess."

maybe its better if i just try to conceal the truth for me and for you

"i won't tell him." you firmly state.

"you have to."

"no i don't."

"well then you have to move on, but i doubt you'd be able to do that either." she shrugs.

"i hate how right you are." you sigh.

mitsuri set up a whole moment for you to confess. it was in a beautiful field of flowers at the time of sunset.

"you got this, y/n!" she encouraged before leaving to call tanjiro.

but i'm still stuck on you

tanjiro arrived after what felt like eternity. "y/n?" he tilted his head.

"mm.." its hard to form words when your heart is beating at 800mph.

"why have you been avoiding me for so long?" he asks.

"because...well, i realized that.." you take a deep breath, preparing yourself for rejection before continuing, "i realized that i like you, tanjiro."

his eyes widen, "huh?"

you nod in embarrassment

i, i, i'm still falling for you

his gaze softens, a wide smile appears on his face. "you should've told me earlier, y/n."

"huh?" you look up at his beautiful red eyes. the sun shone from right behind him, giving the illusion that he was glowing. well, it may not be an illusion. maybe he really is glowing.

"i've liked you for the longest time, too, y/n." he smiled brighter.

"wha-" you're cut off by him hugging you.

you could really get used to his embrace. he was warm and smelled so good. you hug him back. the sun now shone behind both of you, making you both look like you were glowing. which you really were.

a/n: second songfic! i think i'll make this into a series for the hashira men + kamaboko trio

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SORRY, IT'S FINE

featuring. kaedehara kazuha tw. angst without a happy ending / wc. 3.9k note. it was a spur of the moment thing haha based on true events

in the eyes of many, kazuha had always been someone unattainable. you've heard the rumors circulating, no matter how much you bury your nose in the spine of your book and pretend not to listen as a group of friends talk about him in hushed whispers.

"i told you he'll just go back to that chick in psychology, i told you! yet you still went and got yourself involved with him! now look what happened; he ghosted you!"

"wait–'go back' as in get together?"

"no, kazuha and her had never been in a relationship. yuna's rejected him a couple of times now. i don't know why kazuha's still chasing after her."

but if someone were to ask you, it was never kazuha himself that was unattainable. his body, his lips, his sweetened words, and fleeting touches is something he doesn't think twice about offering. but beyond that charming laugh and unfairly gentle eyes is a heart that has always beaten for one person and one person only.

someone who's not you and never will be.

kazuha may be stupid to think of his feelings otherwise but you were an even bigger fool to believe him.

—

kazuha first met you when the sky had been crying. raindrops beating loudly against the glass windows of the university's canteen as he waited with dwindling patience for the snarky old woman in the cashier to finish. his wallet, a water bottle, and a bowl of noodles balancing in one hand as his other's outstretched across the counter, waiting for his change with an open palm.

"sorry, but do you have a smaller bill? we don't have enough yet to give you your change. it's just the morning shift."

kazuha had merely smiled despite wanting to snap but like a good boy who respects his elders, he keeps his mouth shut, tilts his head down in a shallow bow, and says he'll grab his change later in the afternoon before hastily turning around without looking at the person behind him, eager to slurp up his noodles.

"ow!" you exclaim, rubbing the spot on your throat kazuha had accidentally elbowed when he not-so-gracefully turned on his heels.

"i'm so sorry!" the boy says, panicked, his sour mood turning into immediate guilt. "sorry! shit–would you like me to send you to the clinic?"

"no," you answer, clipped and short as you massaged the spot on your neck. "no, thanks. it hurts but… i'm fine." then you maneuvered around him and said your order to the old lady, forgetting about him completely.

kazuha first met you when the sky was crying. raindrops beating loudly against the glass windows, mirroring the odd heavy drum in his heart–an involuntary reaction whenever his eyes land on a certain girl from psychology.

but yuna wasn't there. you were.

—

"hey," kazuha greeted you, lightly bumping his shoulders the next time he saw you in the line at the canteen. "what?" you ask, surprised and genuinely curious as to why he's talking to you.

"sorry," he says with a small hint of a smile, before walking towards his friends at the front of the line.

"why is he saying sorry to you?" one of your friends asked, looping an arm around yours as they sneak a peek at the blond boy.

you shrug. "i have no idea."

—

"sorry," kazuha says, intercepting your way inside the classroom as he pokes his head around the door, looking at you with obvious mirth in his eyes.

you eye him weirdly. "why do you keep saying sorry to me? is it for when you pierced my neck with your elbow?"

this time, he laughs. "because every time i see you, you look like you're mad at the whole world."

"what? no i don't!"

"your frowny face is cute and all but maybe at least smile sometimes, yeah? maybe i'll get motivated to answer during class recitations."

—

your first mistake was saying "it's just harmless flirting," when your friend had voiced their concern of you getting close to a certain boy. "i'm not an easy girl! i know my limits and what's genuine and what's not. i know his rep."

they scoff. "if he's even being genuine. i can see right through you, you know? i've seen your eyes looking for him in the crowd all the time. why? 'cause he hasn't been hanging around our table at lunch, anymore? can't find him?"

your eyes widen. "oh, really? i didn't notice much."

liar. of course, you did. you noticed from the first day he was absent from your side after weeks and weeks of him stupidly slurping his bowl of noodles loudly as he sat right next to you.

harmless flirting. just harmless flirting. i know he isn't serious, anyway.

you chant inside your head like a prayer. desperate and on your knees, forehead kissing the ground. because it's just harmless flirting and the odd skip in your heart shouldn't have been this severe when you saw kazuha walk into the canteen with his dazzling smile and gentle eyes.

"kazu–"

but no amount of sacred prayers and sheer desperation ever readied your delicate heart as he walked past your table, eyes not even bothering to spare you a single glance, and straight towards her–to the girl who single-handedly owns his heart no matter how many times she tramples over it.

suddenly aware of your best friend's eyes on you, you realize you've been staring at kazuha's back and your force your face into indifference as you busy yourself with stuffing food in your mouth.

"just harmless flirting, huh?"

—

"i'm glad he's gone. now we can finally chat and talk shit in peace," your friend says, relieved. what you're feeling never could've been more opposite.

no. you were definitely not trying to actively grapple on updates about kazuha's life as subtle as you can. especially not after he's back to treating you like a stranger again, left high and dry eating dust as he races to her side like a dog whose owner holds out a treat.

he no longer texts you, sits next to you in class, walks you to the dormitory–hell, he doesn't even meet your eyes.

and you swore never to let his corny jokes and stupidly adorable laugh trick you into lowering your guard enough for him to weasel his way into your life ever again.

—

"i've been looking all over for you, (name)!" a familiar voice says, loud enough to get him a few harsh shh from the other occupants in the library. "i don't have a jacket, you see, and i have econ next and you know how freezing the classroom there gets. i was wondering if i can borrow yours if you won't be using it?"

kazuha's pretty face enters your peripheral as he pulls on the empty chair next to you. you don't speak to him but he only grows persistent, his head resting on the table next to the textbook you've been studying to try and catch your eyes.

he must've felt your anger pulsating from your every pore as he sheepishly starts laughing, straightening his posture on the chair.

"sorry i haven't been eating lunch with you guys… life just got a little busy haha! what do you want, hm?" he leans over again to catch your eyes. "your kazuha can treat you to any fast food restaurant you want! but before that… pleaseee let me borrow your jacket? i just love the detergent you guys use, it smells really nice."

you know you shouldn't. but you did anyway.

"thanks, (name)! you're the best!"

your friend can only offer you a sharp glare as you arrive at your dorm at the end of the day, the pink hoodie you left with in the morning nowhere in sight. you just know they've seen the familiar-looking outerwear kazuha's been wearing and burying his head into for the whole day. how could they not? it's your jacket.

"he's going to ruin you and when he does, don't come crying to me because the only thing i'll tell you is i told you so."

their bedroom door shuts and you don't see nor talk to them for a whole week. and another week after that. and another… and another… and another…

—

"i'm sorry about your friend, (name). i heard you guys haven't been on speaking terms?" kazuha says, pouting as he leans his head on your shoulder while you type away on your laptop. you let him, no longer able to lie to yourself and say you don't want him near you.

you force a laugh, not having the heart to tell kazuha it was because of him being friends with you.

"let them be. they'll come around eventually. we've been friends since high school, they love me too much to ignore me forever."

kazuha wraps his arms around you. pulling your laptop away, he nuzzles his face into the side of your neck. you giggle, feeling ticklish of his breath as you try to scurry away. "kazuha what–"

"i'm sorry," he sounded so broken, fragile, unlike the gentleness he always exuded. "i've been unfair to you. you don't have to lie to me–though i have no right to say that to you, either. i know you guys aren't on speaking terms because of me and i know i practically ghosted you the second i heard yuna has something to say to me… i'm sorry. i'm so sorry."

"it's…"

'fine'? 'alright'? 'okay'? no. you know it's not and you should push him and run away and never speak to him ever again just like how he did to you and–

"i've been thinking that… maybe i've been after the wrong girl. me and yuna talked it out and i realized a lot of things. it's also kinda why i hadn't been speaking to you a few weeks ago," his arms tighten around you and your hand itches to pull him even closer. but you don't.

"i was thinking, maybe we can give 'us' a try, instead? i was an idiot for even bothering with yuna, anyway."

you didn't know what to say, so you tilted your head and stared straight at his eyes long enough for him to get what you're truly asking for. kazuha obliges, soft pillow-like lips meeting yours.

—

kazuha is a fever dream you never want to wake up from.

you and your friend–ex-friend–no longer spoke to each other until they eventually announced one day that they'd be moving dorms. you'd thought for sure that seeing kazuha's genuine intentions of being with you would've surely hindered them and dissolved their anger, but alas, your friend had always been stubborn.

"i stand by what i said. he'll just ruin your life, and god forbid i'm in the front row seat."

kazuha made sure you weren't alone–you asked that of him yourself, hands clutched on his clothes with a vice-like grip as tears ran down your cheeks. you reminded him of sailors drowning at sea, arms reaching out to hold onto something to keep them afloat, to keep them alive and not be swept under the unforgiving waves.

but whether or not it's because you felt heartbroken over losing a friend or you just wanted an excuse to keep him close to calm your growing insecurities, you don't know.

—

kazuha has a funny way of showing you he loves you. he cuddles up to your side, sighs, and says it was the best feeling ever all the while you fume in silence. he says it's all for fun and games. he says he does it because he found your jealousy cute. he says it gives him an excuse to fawn over you.

"kazuha should we get popcorn or–" but the person you were speaking to is already out of sight. talking to a girl you've never met nor seen before in another aisle at the groceries and leaving you all alone.

when he catches up to you, all he has to say was "sorry it's just miyuki and i haven't caught up with each other for a long while. met her at a party once but too bad she's in a different university entirely."

that, you can forgive. you see a friend you haven't interacted with for a long time of course you'd want to catch up with them. you just wished he wouldn't do it while you're spending time with him.

"baby?" he calls yet you don't speak and he knows it's his cue. "sorry. i won't do it again, i promise. it was wrong of me to leave like that. you know how much i love you, right?"

it was a never-ending vicious cycle that slowly ate away at both of you. he was just too friendly with the opposite sex and you were too paranoid. sometimes you wonder if yuna herself had anticipated this of kazuha and was probably one of the reasons why she kept saying no.

it all comes to a tipping point when you hear kazuha rejecting a confession in the hallway.

"ah, sorry cutie but i already have a girlfriend! are you willing to wait until we break up?"

but the goofy expression on his face drops when he realizes you've been standing there the whole time and he sees the betrayal on your face. you spin in your heels to walk away, ignoring the desperate voice behind you calling for your name.

"wait! (name)! it was just a joke! please, i was just kidding. i'm sorry, okay? i love you. only you."

you wonder if he's like this because he knows you can never resist him. because he knows he can take as many chances as he wants to screw up 'cause he knows you'll take him back with open arms. you wonder if this is why he's given up on yuna, because he knows yuna will never tolerate this behavior like you did.

but then again, kazuha loved yuna. truly, kazuha did. vaguely, you wonder how he would've acted if he had been in a relationship with yuna instead. he'll never even dream of treating her this way because he knows it took all his effort and hard work for yuna to say "yes."

when kazuha wipes your tears and kisses your forehead, you want to sob and ask him to save you from these thoughts. but you're too scared of what voicing them out will entail so you don't cry out for help even if you need it. you can't.

it'll only serve to break the illusion of your happy relationship, so you wrap your arms around his waist and forgive him once again.

—

kazuha is a free spirit but he doesn't want to admit that to you when peace and quiet has become such an abnormality in your relationship. you'd fight, kiss, make up. fight, kiss, make up. he couldn't say it, so kazuha's friends were the ones to say it then.

"you know, (name)," one of kazuha's friends says, sitting down next to you in the library. "i'd hate to impose on the relationship but, have a little more trust in kazuha, yeah? i get it he can be quite a flirt sometimes. but that guy loves you, i know it. but just a little advice–i'm sure you wouldn't want to lose him, right? so try not to be so… controlling? paranoid?

think about how kazuha feels, i bet it's exhausting just being the one who's always pouring their love and attention."

"is that what he said to you?"

silence means yes.

you stood up then with tears in your eyes as you briskly walked out of the library. you've always felt the relationship has become a little… strained lately and you know kazuha's probably feeling just as many things as you did but this was his fault. his overly friendly nature is something that cuts down your self-esteem and causes you to act in ways you never wanted to act.

nevermind. you can just talk it out with him. you'll talk it out and you both will make it work. it has to work.

—

it was when you were both getting ready to attend a house party his friend's hosting when kazuha snaps and asks why you've been oddly quiet with him.

"are you sure you're not mad?" kazuha asks, tilting your face for you to stare into his eyes. "did i do something wrong? why do you look, tense and… tired?"

guilt gnaws in your stomach. did you turn him into this? turned him into somebody paranoid like you? made him walk eggshells around you? maybe his friend was right. maybe you should loosen up a little and try to have more trust in kazuha.

you smile and kazuha wishes you didn't because he hates your forced smiles. why is it the only thing he's been getting from you for the past few days?

"i just wanted to give you a little space, that's all. a little break from all our fighting. trying to understand my feelings better and the things i've been doing wrong in the relationship. it's nothing about you, you did nothing wrong."

kazuha's tensed shoulders visibly relax as he nods, placing a chaste kiss on your forehead. "i love you, you know that, right?" he asks, sounding unsure.

silence means yes but kazuha wished you'd said "yes" out loud.

—

you wanted to get drunk and flush out all your worries. it was your first party, after all, and you want to savor it and make good memories so you forget about all the things you've been feeling for the past few days and try enjoying your time with kazuha as much as you can and your boyfriend seems to be feeling the same way.

it was half past three in the morning when you stumbled out from the bathroom floor, legs like jell-o and unable to support your weight as you slid down the walls, not that any pain registered in your bottom due to your drunken haze.

what really sobered you up was a familiar lock of blond hair leaning against the wall across the room. you can't see clearly because of the light but you won't mistake those gentle eyes anywhere.

it was kazuha talking to yuna. they look like they were enjoying themselves. you disappear for a second and kazuha's already up and about to talk with the next girl? only this wasn't just any girl. this was yuna.

no. no, you can't think that way. you were just having the best time of your life with kazuha only moments ago, something you and him haven't felt with each other in a long time. they're just talking! you shouldn't feel too paranoid. it'll all be good in the end and you and kazuha can finally talk everything out.

—

the next morning, you see a text message.

i have something to say to you, can we talk?

you stare at kazuha's text for a good minute until you notice the time. shit! you slept in and you were going to be late so you quickly texted him back saying that talk can wait because you had classes to attend to–but the situation must've been dire, for when you opened the door, kazuha stood before you in all his glory.

"hey!" you exclaim, surprised and still half asleep. "can we talk later? i think i'm going to be–"

"this won't take long, don't worry," he cuts you off, walking past you and inviting himself into your dorm with haste.

maybe it was the still aching hangover in your head or maybe it was the sleep numbing your senses, but only now did the tone and implication of his text make sense to you. heart-stricken with fear, a scenario popped into your head: of kazuha and yuna last night. talking and having a good time–had kazuha ever smiled or laughed like that when he was with you? had his eyes sparkled so brightly when staring into you?

"(name)?" that snaps you out of it.

"oh, right," you monotonously answer. "sorry, blanked out for a minute there." you sit down on the sofa facing him, who stands across from you in the living room.

"aren't you going to sit?" you say, patting the side next to you.

"i know this is unfair to you. i know it is and i'm so sorry…" you wanted to tune out everything he wanted to say then. "it's just–yuna and i talked last night. it was all casual, there wasn't even a strand of awkward tension in the air unlike what we always have back when i was still chasing after her and…"

you wanted to rip your ears off. you don't want to listen to him. you clutch at your arms, trying to comfort yourself for when he–

"…i realized i haven't fully moved on from her. from yuna. and i'm so sorry, this is so unfair. i know it is! but–"

"it's okay," you say, unfeeling. tears pricked your eyes but you didn't want to cry in front of him. you don't want him to hurt your pride as much as he already had. as much as you already let him. "it's okay, kazu, really. if that's what you're feeling, who am i to stop you from someone you truly want?"

"no… no! it's not like that!" he crosses the room in big urgent strides, kneeling before you and grabbing your shoulders.

you pull away. he doesn't reach out. you wished he did.

"i love you," he says.

you remember how much you loved it when he said it to you every day, every minute, every moment he could, every after a fight, but now you realize he's just saying it to convince himself that he loves you even when he never did.

"i love you and god knows how much i really wanted this to work. i truly did and–"

"that's enough, kazuha. please."

he stops not because you asked him to but because he noticed the crack in your voice and the glossy sheen in your eyes and that you were barely, just barely, trying to stop yourself from breaking in front of him.

"i get it," you blink, bravely meeting his eyes and kazuha wanted to die right then and there. you were tired and scarred and it's all because of him.

"you don't have to explain yourself more than you need to. i'm glad you said it to me as soon as you can. i get it, okay? so don't mind me and go get your girl," you force out a smile, tone changing in a painfully cheerful manner as you pretend to be okay. "now can you please just get out of the dorm? i have classes to attend to, you know?"

he hugs you one last time and you pull him as close as you can, savoring his warmth and distinct smell for as long as he allows you to before he pulls away and you can no longer do anything to hold him back.

when the door closes and you're all alone, your strong resolve caves in and you cry your heart out, tears a never-ending river as you cried and cried and cried. unbeknownst to you, kazuha stands before your door, punishing himself and listening to the pain he had caused another person who had only wanted to love him.

with your head buried in your knees and your eyes bloodshot, your mind lingers back to the day he bumped into you.

"i'm so sorry!"

"it hurts but… i'm fine."

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elusivecagedmockingbird · 1 month

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[seokjin x reader] [1.3k+ angst, smut; male masturbation, ‼️ allusions of addiction]

Now That We Don't Talk | Not In The Same Way | Not Warriors

I hope you think of me highly When you're with someone else

Seokjin didn't mean to be so invested in the news. He only turned the television on as background noise in his eerily silent apartment.

But seeing your live interview aired on the channel has him sitting on the couch, listening intently to every word you say; waiting for the cameras to pan on your face.

You were always beautiful, but lately, you've been radiant.

He wonders if it has anything to do with your new relationship.

Or maybe just being finally rid of him.

He knows the last months of your relationship weren't smooth-sailing. Truth is, he was lost during those times—often blacked out. He was living high on the celebrity life. He faked his confidence during parties until he no longer had to—of course, with the aid of alcohol and something more.

If only he stayed with you on those nights and rejected the invites when he knew it was getting too much, too fast.

But everything was so new and captivating to him. And he was still an impressionable human being, he wouldn't deny that. Always curious and goes out of his way to dissolve the tension—in the end, everything backfired.

In the worst possible way.

Seokjin's ears perk up at the mention of his name. The host referencing your humble beginnings.

'Oh. Seokjin-ssi and I are pursuing different roles in the industry, I believe. But yes, if a project with him is offered, I would love to work with him. I'm always in awe of his films and regard him highly as an actor.'

At this, his head hangs low and lets out a bitter smile.

He hopes you were telling the truth. He hopes you truly and still think of him highly. Though he's sure if you meet again, he wouldn't be greeted with eyes staring back at him with glimmer and hope, like he could hang the moon if you asked him to. He hopes you remember him when he was at his best and not the Seokjin you left.

And if he happens to be the topic of discussion between you and your lover, he hopes you talk about him like a fond memory.

Moreso, he hopes you still defend him to your friends. They didn't exactly hide how they feel towards him the last time they met at a red carpet event. It was just days after your breakup.

He knew he still had you then. It was because he still had you wrapped around his finger that he thought he would never lose you despite him falling off the wagon again and again and again.

He remembers the spiteful words hurled at him as they tore a tipsy you from his arms. Their words fell on his deaf ears back then and now he gives himself a hard time for not listening. He remains guilty over a lot of things that happened that night. But he will never regret the brief moment he shared with you.

You two are sneaking off from the show like old times, escaping to a room booked under a made-up person, and just spending the remainder of the night in each other's company.

Seokjin slowly palms himself as he closes his eyes at the vivid memory. Every skin he kissed and nipped was so soft—your fragrance so intoxicating, but he thinks that could've just been your pheromones. You were always sweet. He licks his lips at the remembrance of your arousal flowing into his tongue. His wet tongue prodding your warm tight walls.

He wouldn't admit it out loud, but you were the reason he always bought cranberry juice—the taste is likened to your clit.

Throwing his head back in the headrest with a groan, Seokjin pulls his sweatpants down to his pants to free his touch-starved cock. He spits on his palm and strokes his member up and down, up and down, all while thinking how you felt that night.

He almost goes soft at the thought that another man held you now; another man feeling you up, making love to you, whispering sweet nothings as you both reach ecstasy.

Does your new lover know how feral you go with a soft nip to your clit? Or how you want your thighs spanked when you're nearing your climax? Can your boyfriend make you cum twice with just his fingers? And when you release, does he know when to pull you in for a kiss—swallowing your whimpers and in return, his tongue would deliver whispered declarations of love.

Seokjin sighs out your name and speeds up his hands on his dick. In a lustful haze, he thinks he can almost taste you. He must be going crazy because he also thinks he heard you whisper in his ear.

I love you, Jin

And that unravels him—toes curling and hips bucking upwards. His cock spurts out strings of cum that landed on his fist and pubic. If you were here, you would lick him clean as if his arousal tasted like your favorite ice cream.

He closes his eyes and imagines you—kneeled infront of him, tongue out and flat for him to clean his cock on. He continues to tug at his cock, milking himself dry.

Fuck. He feels like a pervert fantasizing about an ex girlfriend. Seokjin hadn't been in relationships a lot, but you remain to be the only one who reverts him to his hormonal teenage boy phase. He truly lucked out on you.

Clearing out his lewd thoughts, he thanks whatever god or spirit exists that allows him to keep his thoughts to himself.

This is the fourth time his call goes straight to your voicemail.

He wonders if you ever listen to the messages he left. It was probably for the best if you ignored it. Most messages were drunken pleas and booty calls. But this time, he's not calling to bother you, he swears.

Out of all the people who got hurt from his carelessness, you were the one who shouldn’t have and yet came out crushed and wounded.

Seokjin stands in the empty complex—what used to be filled with love and the epitome of home is now barren and cold. He almost cries again at the thought that the next time he comes back here, you won't be welcoming him home. Hell, even the scent on your pillow had faded away. You made sure to clear out all of your things from what once was your shared home, obliterating any shred of evidence that you lived together.

There was a time he gave in to his weakness—he bought a bottle of your perfume and sprayed it in every room. Sadly, it never smelled the same. It lacked you. He baked the same cookies you fed him on your free days, but it never tasted as sweet as yours.

In the middle of the room, Seokjin wades in his sea of regret.

His grip on the phone tightens. He rings you again. One last time, he bargains. Please answer just this once.

It goes to your voicemail.

Clearing his throat, Seokjin wonders how to fit his words within a 30-second recording. This is the last time he could call you in a long time. So, he tries.

"Y/N, it's J-ji-. It's Seokjin. I just really needed you to know that I'm sorry," he chokes. He quickly breathes air into his lungs so as not to lose a second. "I'm going to be away for a while. My agency's putting me in a care center. A-and I want to do this, too. I'm going to get better, I promise. Y/N, you know I still lo-"

Beep

Seokjin swallows the remaining words. It's probably for the best that he was cut off. You were already with someone else.

He can't help feeling bitter and jealous. But he also knows he gave up his right to do something about it the moment he walked away, and you were a saint to tolerate him for so long.

Resignation is the least he could do.

#bts #bts seokjin #jin x reader #bts fic

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vrmxlho · 1 year

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SEASON OF LOVE - FAKE DATING

pairing: isagi x gn! reader

day 1 ← masterlist → day 3

what the actual fuck you thought. in fact, you were so pissed you didn't just think this but you actually voiced it out. "what the actual fuck is this?" you whispered.

your friend had just texted you with a screenshot from a stupid gossip page that had been on your back for months now. it read the following: why is pro footballer isagi yoichi trying to hide his new model partner? they're hot!

the hot, bright screen seems to be burning your palms with how tightly you were gripping your phone. the short hiatus author 'sly scoop' had taken made you believe that you were finally free from the nasty, untrue rumours being spread. but, god, were wrong.

you had been out with your acquaintance isagi purely as an accident. the two of you had just happened to have dinner at the same restaurant and had walked out together. sure, it seemed like a date. but it really wasn't. you barely spoke. heck you didn't even have each other's personal numbers. perhaps you were mutuals on instagram but really he was just a friend of a friend.

that didn't matter now. this had to be sorted out. so you called. of course, he'd pick up once he saw the forwarded message of the clipping.

"hey i just saw..."

"yeah i saw it too." he sighed. it wasn't the first time he was caught up in a petty dating scandal and it surely wasn't your first either.

but it felt different this time.

like this could actually cause some bigger scandal in the near future. after all, he was a world-class football player, and anyone who got caught up in their lives was bound to be bombarded with death threats from crazy fanatics or approached by journalists at every turn. you weren't up for it.

you already found it hard keeping up with all the flashing lights and cameras. how were you supposed to keep up with this? you didn't dare check your dm requests; you were sure they had already been flooded.

"so, should i call my manager to release a statement or should we do it together?"

"see, the thing is. i need to ask you for a favour..."

"isagi this isn't the time." you shook your phone as you spoke almost dropping it on your face. he didn't really seem to comprehend the gravity of the situation. this was not the right time for dating and you had to clear it up immediately.

"please date me."

"huh–"

"please be my fake partner, just for a while. coach has been pestering us to get into romantic relationships, apparently it'll improve our football performance." he said it all so fast you almost didn't hear him. but you caught the few most important words 'fake partner'. and you were definitely against the whole idea.

"no absolutely not!?" you said that almost as a question, you were so confused, why did it have to be you of all people. isagi was a world class footballer who could ask anyone to date him (fake date, really). so why did it have to be you? you had barely spoken to each other. he was just a friend of a friend, nothing else.

"please, it can't be anyone else."

"and why's that?"

"i already told the press that the rumours are real."

it was dark outside. you could hear the thunder clapping and lightning streaked the sky. yet here you were on your weekly date. it had been about a month since he dropped the news and you would be lying if you said you didn't sort of enjoy the attention. the publicity was good for your modelling and the dates were fun. but there was this sort of distance between the two of you. it felt scripted, and it was. but you wanted something more. maybe not an romantic relationship, but something that felt more real.

you wouldn't have minded if your script included kisses and holding hands. it wasn't because you liked him. just because.

you'd never tell him, of course. it would be deathly awkward and you feared rejection too much. so you stuck with looking at him a bit longer than usual, laughing more, touching his hand, brushing his hand often.

simple things really. not because you liked him. no not at all. it was just for fun. so that people would buy your story.

events came and went. his hand would always find itself on your waist, usually stiff and uncertain but this time it was firm. like he had gotten used to you. the ice had thawed. a quick peck on his cheek started making his cheeks burn up. you didn't understand why. was he getting used to you?

it was the first time you'd stayed behind for the afterparty. both of you had agreed that keeping up the charade was too much of a hassle so you'd make up an excuse every time. but you were stuck. a close friend of his had apparently told him to "stop fucking them and have a few drinks."

he was referring to you. little did he know that there was no "fucking" going on. but you didn't know if you wished there was, or if you were just tired with a foggy mind.

so you both obliged. he drank while you vowed to be the designated driver (it wasn't necessary, you had a chauffeur) but were soon coerced too. it wasn't long before you both started giggling maniacally, cheeks flushed, and bodies warmer than normal. it was a strange feeling.

your speech is slurred and you suddenly feel drawn to isagi. you're touching him again but this time it's not scripted.

you feel the warmth of his lips against yours as he leans in for a kiss. his breath is heavy with the smell of alcohol, but you can't help but be exhilarated. his hands are gentle as they cup your face, and you can feel the heat radiating off of him.

the intoxication in his kiss is evident, but you feel like you're being swept away in the moment. your heart races as his lips move against yours.

you can still feel the alcohol in his kiss, and it makes your head spin, you're getting more drunk just kissing him.

you're an alcoholic, you're having symptoms of withdrawal as soon as you part. so you pull him in, and apparently he's just as much of a drunkard as you are.

"fucking hell, i didn't mean fuck in front of us."

it was isagi's friend again. you didn't really hear what he said, it was all foggy in your mind and the only thing you could think of was the man you were kissing, there and then.

the next morning was just as much of a blur as the last night had been. you couldn't recognise your surroundings but you could smell a familiar cologne on the pillow you had slept on.

a figure approached the dimly lit room with a tray in its hands and when you looked to see who it was you were all but unsurprised. it was isagi, once again. you could remember hints of last night and seeing as you were laying in his bed you could figure out much of the rest.

"so, about last night."

"i don't want to fake-date anymore." your words came out much firmer than you wanted. you sounded angry, when in reality your stomach couldn't stop fluttering and all you could think of was getting back into bed with him.

"you want to break up?"

"no you idiot. i want to be with you. really. not scripted. not for show. but really, truly."

he smiled. a wide, beaming smile. the only smile ever. the smile. he was smiling at you.

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fierrochase-falafel · 1 year

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A moment later, it was dead silent within the darkness, and Xie Lian repeated with certainty, “You are the Crown Prince of Wuyong.”

Finally, White No-Face was no longer silent.

He lunged towards Xie Lian, his palm blasts sharp and powerful, and this time, it was Xie Lian’s turn to dodge. He leapt up, and asked as he dodged, “Your Highness, I’ve got a question for you. How come you never show your true face to anyone?”

White No-Face said darkly, “Your Highness, I’m warning you not to address me with that title.”

“You call me ‘Your Highness’, so why can’t I address you the same?” Xie Lian rebuked. “You won’t answer, so I’ll have to guess myself. There are only two reasons why you don’t want anyone seeing your true face. Either you are someone I know, or someone I don’t know, but once I see your real face I could easily figure out who you are. Or, your true appearance is exceedingly ugly, so ugly you can’t stand it yourself!”

Warning for major spoilers in this post! We're back with post 10 of Xie Lian being the funniest mf when he confronts White No-Face at the beginning of book 5, and if there's 1 thing I love, it's a good "fun mocking ramble while dodging an angry loser".

I think it's really interesting how book 4 ends after so much pain, so much...eventfulness of Bai Wuxiang. The impression you're left with of him is that he is powerful and dangerous even though Xie Lian rejects his philosophy and shows huge personal growth. We grow to really respect Xie Lian's character development without losing that fearful reverence for Bai Wuxiang. Book 5 though, from the get-go, is set on tearing down Bai Wuxiang's terrifying reputation built up over 4 books. At the end of book 3, Xie Lian is absolutely terrified at the sight of the cry-smiling mask, but the minute we get back to the present-time, Xie Lian gets over his terror pretty fast and just lies on the floor pretending Bai Wuxiang doesn't exist. In the first chapter of book 5 itself, Xie Lian gets to expose his former crown princehood- and when he literally just addresses Bai Wuxiang by the same title as Bai Wuxiang does for him, the guy loses it! Like...for such a powerful man, you can't help but feel how much he's being undermined here. He's always had the upper hand over Xie Lian and here they are, in his territory the Kiln, and his control over Xie Lian has somehow decreased in comparison to all their prior encounters!

It's a culmination of Xie Lian choosing to grow and make peace with his own former insecurities (unlike a certain other white-clothed calamity) and the power of hualian being in gay love that bring this about, I feel. That's what really gets the edge over Bai Wuxiang. Because it was 1 thing when Xie Lian went on with his life still terrified of Bai Wuxiang, having changed and grown and become stronger but scared of what Bai Wuxiang represents as to who he could be- who he WAS. Before he met Hua Cheng, Xie Lian was alone and unlucky and nobody cared for him in any way, and he was cool with assuming he didn't deserve to be cared for because of his actions. Hua Cheng's devotion to him is perhaps the 1 thing that makes him feel that he is worth more, that he doesn't have to atone the way he's been trying to and that he IS better than Bai Wuxiang.

In book 3, Hua Cheng says, "I can swear, you are you. You're not anyone else." Even if Xie Lian may not fully believe Hua Cheng when he reiterates that they are different people, Hua Cheng still goes out of his way to stress that Xie Lian is a person who himself is worth it. If Hua Cheng really sees that in him, maybe he is different to the Crown Prince of Wuyong in the ways that matter after all. So when he's having the same mask pressed onto him by White No-Face, it doesn't make a difference! He doesn't lose his mind in any way, and says all of this to White No-Face WHILE the mask is being forced on him (remember how the mask in book 4 correlated consistently with Xie Lian's worst days, like appearing on him right when he decided to genocide Yong'an? Xie Lian changes this and takes control of the mask!).

He, in the cry-smiling mask, is able to turn the tables on Bai Wuxiang because he is actively different to him, and he KNOWS it. Hua Cheng makes sure he knows it when he doubts himself, giving Xie Lian the confidence he needs to finally emotionally overcome Bai Wuxiang (the same way he gives Xie Lian the spiritual power needed to break his shackles! perfect symbolism). This is the ultimate win I feel Xie Lian gets over him, because of both himself and Hua Cheng! The rest of the book is Xie Lian solidifying this win over a man who keeps being subverted, keeps being confounded ever since book 4 by Xie Lian's refusal to do what he did.

Further point I would like to make about Xie Lian calling Bai Wuxiang potentially really ugly- which, A) Burn?!?!?! And B, got me thinking that him reacting so violently to that is also kind-of a sign of him having not made peace with his former Crown Prince-hood. I'm sure he was praised for being handsome as a Crown Prince the way Xie Lian was, and never got over the fact that he fell so far from his once glorious status. The idea of being ugly under the mask now makes him feel even more defensive of his own failings and the idea that under the mask, internally, he might not be as good/right as he wanted to be and that this is his own fault- because Xie Lian doesn't wear a mask, doesn't care about being called ugly because something so shallow (even though it's perfectly valid to care about your appearance at all) makes no huge difference to his self-perception. He's just doing his best out here no matter what. By choice. Jun Wu could've had that, but he chose not to out of self-pity eclipsing his desire to be, in some sense of the word, a good person, and it kills him to know that.

I think the fact that this 1 funny exchange actually reveals an awful lot about the characters really says something about the quality of MXTX's narrative placement as well as intricacies in dialogue that make reading TGCF so...beautiful.

#xie lian #tgcf #xie lian being the funniest mf I take no criticism #analysis time by me so I can track them in my tags #hualian #hua cheng #jun wu #bai wuxiang #white no face #tgcf book 5 #tgcf meta #tgcf book 4 #posts originating from my brain

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leviackermanscleaningbuddy · 2 years

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SKZ DRABBLE-OT8

The one where everyone is an idiot. And maybe getting together isn't so hard after all.

Or the third installment of the SKZ!Pack Prequel Series!

Tags: SKZ, Stray Kids, SKZ!Pack, SKZ!abo, A/b/o, alpha beta omega, alpha beta omega dynamics, SKZ fluff, ot8, ot8 x you, ot8 x reader, skz x you, skz x reader, SKZ!pack prequel series, meet cute, bang chan, seo changbin, lee minho, han jisung, hwang hyunjin, lee felix, yang jeongin, kim seungmin, (y/n)

Genre: Fluff, general stupidity, a little spice

Title: Pineapple on Pizza

Hyunjin is right, much like he always is, and not just about you both passing your microbiology lab at the end of the semester with flying colors (you ace the exam with a 95%).

No, he’s also right about Changbin.

He’s not like any other male alpha you’ve ever met before-there’s no instant hackles and need to prove himself, no pissing contest, no looking down his nose at you as a “weaker sex”-and though it takes you a while to become comfortable around each other (call it primal instincts) and get used to the acrid, smoky sort of scent he gives off after training your nose to seek sweet, saccharine omega scent to fit societie’s outdated standards, you do, in fact, as Hyunjin had predicted, ‘get along swimmingly.’

You don’t, however, talk about Hyunjin’s heat again, and Changbin doesn’t bring it up.

It had been odd at first, watching Hyunjin and Changbin interact, as if they really were mates, even though both of them had balked at the idea, saying they were nothing but casual, rejecting any sort of label, just helping each other out.

Odd to watch how they scented each other upon greeting, the gesture intimate, second nature almost, Changbin saying something low in Hyunjin’s ear, making him giggle, as his nose brushed the crook of his neck and the air grew heavy with the tartness of lemons and the smokiness of fire.

Strange, in your eyes, the way Hyunjin arrived at the library to study wearing Changbin’s hoodie like a second skin-much too large for his slender frame-and Changbin would often show up to lunch dates with the two of you sporting a new jacket or piece of clothing slung over his arm, which he would situate around Hyunjin’s shoulders as soon as they were seated.

But now, the more time you’ve spent with the duo, the more that all has become second nature as well, the way they meld together perfectly seemingly fitting, the way you fit in between the two of them oddly natural.

It’s a sort of pack mentality that’s had between the three of you, and you find, as time winds on, that you’re happier, your wolf more content, relaxed, safe, in the presence of the two boys.

So you accept it-all of it-and move on without a second thought, because your wolf, and its laser focused instincts, have never steered you wrong yet.

The early autumn air is crisp, the breeze brisk, as you hurry into the coffee shop and let out the breath you’ve been holding, the warmth inside instantly wrapping around your cold bones and shivering skin like a heavy, woolen blanket.

Hyunjin waves to you from your usual table in the corner and you dodge around a few other patrons to get to him, sliding into the empty chair beside Changbin before shucking off your coat, noting with mild amusement that your two friends seem to be in the middle of a heated argument over something already.

The coffee hasn’t even arrived yet.

“You’re seriously telling me that you don’t believe in it? Not even a little bit?” Hyunjin questions, eyes comically wide, as if he truly can’t believe what he’s hearing.

“Did you guys get me something?” You question casually, tossing the words into the middle of the heated debate, pulling out your phone and scrolling through your notifications idly, knowing it’s not worth it to intervene when they get like this.

“You’re telling me you do?” Changbin fires back in disbelief, hands palm down on the table, as if he’s just recently slammed them down in frustration right before you arrived, eyes focused on the pouting omega across the table from him. “Seriously, Jinnie?”

“Yes, seriously!” Hyunjin exclaims, tossing his own hands up, as if Changbin is just dumb and thick enough to need a visual representation of how clueless he’s being. “I really do! There’s science behind it!”

Changbin rolls his eyes at that, huffing and sitting back heavily in his seat, arms crossed over his wide, muscular chest.

The scent of campfire is taking over the air around the table now.

“You’re just being overly romantic.”

Hyunjin gasps like the alpha has insulted his own mother.

“You guys wanna go to the party at the beta dorms tonight?” You quip nonchalantly into the following heated silence, reading through the post on your phone without barely a glance in their direction. “Or we could just get pizza and play video games until like 2 am like we usually do.”

“(Y/N).”

Hyunjin says your name sharply, and you glance up at him, brow cocked expectantly, as he turns his fiery gaze in your direction, fists clenched on top of the table.

You note offhandedly that the pink nail polish you had so carefully applied only last week is already chipping from his fingernails, and make a mental reminder to redo the omega’s manicure later tonight when you’re all hanging out in one of the dorm rooms.

“Yes?”

Hyunjin shoots another glare in Changbin’s direction, who returns the look right back, and then he sniffs haughtily before addressing you once more, dark eyes serious.

“Do you believe in the concept of Moonmates?”

His question catches you off guard and it takes a moment for your brain to catch up.

“What, like, the old wivestale?”

“Hah, see!” Changbin crows immediately, wagging his finger in Hyunjin’s direction, who immediately leans forward and snaps his teeth dangerously close to the alpha’s digit, earning himself another glare and humph as the alpha recoils back into his seat, eyes still gleaming triumphantly.

“She didn’t say she didn’t believe it!” Hyunjin protests, sticking his tongue out at the gloating alpha from across the table, as your coffees finally arrive.

You’re relieved to see they did in fact order you something.

You take a sip of your iced americano, the espresso bitter on the back of your tongue, and consider Hyunjin’s question thoughtfully for a moment.

Finally, you give a little half shrug, still wary of getting into the middle of whatever this is, and say in a noncommittal tone, being as differential as possible without Hyunjin biting your head off, “I mean, I don’t necessarily believe it, but weirder stuff has happened.”

“She’s definitely a skeptic. Which means I win.” Changbin points out, smirking at Hyunjin, who flips him off behind the glass of his own iced mocha, before he pouts in your direction.

You reach out and pat the omega’s hand sympathetically, biting back a smile.

“I’m not saying it’s all straight bullshit, Jinnie, I just think it definitely got woven into something it’s not over the years and generations.” You take another sip of your coffee and raise a brow in consideration. “I mean, sure, wolves have packs, yeah? But they also have multiple partners who they’re compatible with, and I think the whole concept of Moonmates got turned into something mushy and romantic by our mothers and grandmothers and now it’s more fairytale than anything else, when in reality, it’s all just biology.”

You shrug and eye the frowning omega over the edge of your drink, reaching out to kick Changbin’s ankle beneath the table when he starts looking a little too smug.

“I don’t think the moon has any sway over who you fall in love with. But that’s not anything against Moonmates necessarily, I don’t even believe in soulmates, if we’re being honest. So. Take that as you will.” You reach out and pat Hyunjin’s hand once more, offering him an affectionate smile. “If you want to believe in Moonmates, Jinnie, then go for it. I think it’s romantic.”

Hyunjin looks vindicated, even as Changbin grumbles beneath his breath sourly, “Bullshit.”

You kick him in the ankle again.

Talk drifts to the party later that night, to what you all have planned for the weekend, to what pizza you should order-Changbin and Hyunjin arguing over pineapple as a viable topping-to what video game you should play, and then to what your schedules will all look like in two weeks time, when the semester starts up again and you’ll busy with work and school once more.

It’s nice, sitting in the cozy atmosphere of the coffee shop, nursing your slowly weakening coffee, listening to Changbin and Hyunjin tease each other good naturedly, surrounded by the scents of campfire and lemon loaf

You sit there, silently soaking it all in, until Changbin shifts, nudging Hyunjin none too gently in the side, motioning with his head for the omega to follow his gaze toward the front counter.

“Hey, Jinnie. Isn’t that the kind of bitchy guy who works at the community center with you?”

Hyunjin follows the alpha’s stare and nods in response, idly twirling his straw between long fingers as he replies in a lowered tone, “Oh, yeah, Minho? He was in my contemporary dance class last semester too. He’s basically a dance prodigy, but he’s weirdly aloof. Like, doesn’t even talk to anyone, ever. The most I’ve seen him interact with anyone is when he teaches the dance class at the center on Thursday night to the kids, and even then, I have yet to see him smile.”

Hyunjin shakes his head, as if he can’t believe the audacity, and when Changbin is still eating up his every word, continues in a hushed whisper, leaning in toward the two of you. “He’s totally earned himself a nickname among the other dance students, too-”

The omega-ever having a flare for the dramatic-wiggles his fingers and makes his voice go all teasingly spooky with his next words.

“-Ice Prince Lee Minho.”

You let your gaze drift over to the man they’re talking about with casual interest, now paying for his coffee, and study him silently for a moment.

He’s definitely an alpha, you can tell in the way he carries himself, in the way the omega running the cash register takes an interested, none too subtle, whiff of his scent as he hands her his card, her pupils dilating enough to be noticeable as their fingers brush.

You turn your attention back to the table, taking another sip of your americano.

“He’s pretty.”

There is silence following your casual words, and when you look up, Changbin and Hyunjin are staring at you in open shock, as if you’ve just committed some terrible, irreversible faux paus.

“What?” You ask, cocking your brow and staring between the two of them, before you let your gaze flick back to Minho (?), who has gathered his coffee cup and escaped the omega cashier’s pointed stare, headed toward the door. “I can’t say he’s pretty? I can’t appreciate art when I see it?”

Hyunjin snorts and rolls his eyes at that, seemingly taking offense on behalf of all art, and Changbin looks practically annoyed enough to fidget right out of his skin.

“I just didn’t know you were into frozen treats is all, let alone icy ones.” Hyunjin snickers, sitting back in his seat now and eying you in some sort of newfound light that has you irritatedly throwing your straw wrapper in his direction. “Live your truth, queen, I’m not going to stop you.”

“God, all I said was he was pretty.” You complain, shuffling around to reach for your backpack, as you shoot a glare in the still grinning omega’s direction. “It’s not a confession of love, all right?”

“Maybe you’re Moonmates.” Hyunjin teases liltingly, eyebrows raised, dodging your ensuing lunge easily, as he giggles almost maniacally. “(Y/N) and Lee Minho? Can you picture it, Binnie?”

Hyunjin smirks, and you resist the urge to wipe it right off of his face-with a kiss or a well placed hit, you’re not quite sure.

“You can be the Ice Queen to his Ice King and rule your frozen tundra-aka the dance department-with an icy fist.”

Changbin has been oddly quiet ever since you brought up Minho’s physically appealing features, and at Hyunjin’s last jest, he stands up suddenly, so abruptly he almost knocks his chair over with the movement, catching both you and Hyunjin completely off guard.

When you both stare at him, mouths slightly agape, he clears his throat and reaches for his backpack, already in motion toward the door.

The air is suddenly heavy with the scent of smoke.

“Yeah, I forgot I have to do something-um, a project-this afternoon, so I’ll see you guys later tonight yeah?”

It’s a terrible excuse for two reasons.

One, the semester hasn’t even started yet, and two, you have never actually seen Changbin enroll in a class that involves ‘projects’ in his life, let alone one that requires studying on a Friday afternoon.

But you watch him go without calling him out, confused as to the sudden change in his behavior, and Hyunjin leans back in his chair, letting out a long, low whistle under his breath as he watches the retreating alpha’s form, clearly just as puzzled as you judging by the sudden furrow between his brows.

“Damn. Who lit a fire under him, hm?”

It’s a good joke, considering the air still smells sulfuric, like a campfire has just been doused, but you don’t laugh, because you’re still struggling to comprehend what has just come over Changbin to make him hightail it out of the coffee shop like his ass is on fire.

Ha. Funny. Clever even, in another situation.

You ignore the sudden plaintive whines of your wolf as you glance at Changbin’s abruptly abandoned chair and stand up from the table, shooting a stern look in Hyunjin’s direction as you gather your own belongings.

“I’ll see you tonight too. I gotta hit the library before I head over. Don’t order pineapple on the pizza just to spite Binnie, okay?”

Hyunjin stares at you innocently, but doesn’t respond.

“Hwang Hyunjin. Promise me.”

He holds up his hands and widens his eyes, as if he can’t believe you’re even suggesting such a thing, but you see the mischievous slight smirk that curves the corner of his full lips and says he’s going to do whatever the hell he wants regardless.

“Whatever you say, alpha.”

******

Hyunjin does indeed order pineapple on the pizza.

And you can’t tell if it’s because of that that Changbin is off for the rest of the night-picking off the pieces of yellow fruit a little bit more violently than necessary-or if it’s because he loses Mario Kart to Hyunjin at least 7 times, or if it’s something more serious, lingering from earlier, but whatever it is, the alpha is definitely not himself.

You try to keep quiet and not let it bother you, tell yourself that maybe he just needs some space, some time, that maybe it has nothing to do with you or earlier or the other alpha-Minho?

So you laugh at Hyunjin’s stupid jokes, and eat exorbant amounts of pizza, and play rounds and rounds of Mario Kart, and you try not to dwell on how silent Changbin is being on the other end of the couch.

The air is heavy with the smell of smoke, hidden beneath the lingering scent of pizza.

It’s nearing 1 am, and Hyunjin is yawning widely, and you’re seriously just considering sleeping on the other alpha’s couch, when Changbin pushes himself up from the couch and silently leaves the room.

Hyunjin’s sweet lemon scent sharpens, slightly acidic, and he worries his bottom lip between his teeth, and in that moment, you know he’s been acting normal all night too, been trying to ignore the alpha’s weird behavior and the ever building scent of campfire.

“Do you think-?” The omega asks quietly, gesturing to the hall where Changbin disappeared, as if asking silently if one of you should follow him.

You open your mouth, ready to shake your head, when Changbin appears once more, a hoodie held loosely in his hands.

Your confusion only grows as he stops in front of where you sit, suddenly seeming a little sheepish, as he holds the cotton top out toward you mutely.

“Thank you-?” You question, not really sure what’s happening, but taking the offered hoodie anyway, kneading the soft, worn fabric between your hands.

Hyunjin is oddly silent.

Changbin clears his throat, rubbing at the back of his neck awkwardly, before he finally says lamely, “I figured you’re headed home soon and I noticed you didn’t bring a jacket and I don’t want you to get cold.”

It takes you a moment to untangle his words, and then you’re laughing slightly, glancing up at him as you continue to ball the hoodie in your hands.

“Bin, I literally live one floor down from you. I don’t even have to go outside.”

“Oh my god.”

You both whip around to stare at Hyunjin, watching the two of you over the back of the loveseat, eyes as wide as saucers, jaw slack with what appears to be shock.

Suddenly, the omega giggles, and falls back on the couch, holding his sides in open mirth.

“Oh my god.” He repeats again, and when you glance back to Changbin, the tips of his ears have flushed a deep pink.

Hyunjin is chortling now, tears gathering in the corner of his eyes. He points at Changbin and then at you.

“You’re trying to scent her!”

“Shut up, Jinnie.” Changbin hisses between clenched teeth, clearly uncomfortable, the flush creeping up his cheeks now.

At the same time, something clicks in your brain and you blurt out, nearly in a panic, “What?”

“Woof.” Hyunjin gasps out, barely in control of himself, as he writhes around on the loveseat like a fish flopping on the beach. “This is boneheaded alpha behavior, even for you, hyung.”

“Listen, you don’t have to take the hoodie, okay, (Y/N)?” Changbin turns back to address you, mouth pulling down at the corners, already reaching out to take back the offered piece of clothing. “It was a stupid offer in the first place anyway-”

“No, wait.” You hold the hoodie away from his reaching grasp, surprising both of you, judging by the way his dark eyes widen slightly, fingers stopping just inches from the bundled fabric. “Explain something to me.” Hyunjin has stopped laughing now, watching the interaction between the two of you with something akin to a smug smirk on his lips, pretty features sharp and knowing.

Changbin, on the other hand, looks like he wants to sink through the floor.

He rubs at his neck again and avoids your gaze. “What?”

You glance down at the hoodie still in your lap, fingers carding mindlessly over the soft fabric, and note offhandedly that it bears the logo of the school’s music department.

Something inside of you grows warm and molten at the realization that this is probably one of Changbin’s well worn and well loved hoodies.

“What does the hoodie mean?”

You’re well aware of the old tradition of pack mates gifting each other their clothes-especially alphas-as a form of scenting, but you’ve never experienced it firsthand before.

You’ve also never had a pack before, your wolf whispers almost giddily, and you shove the thought back deep into your brain to mull over later in the privacy of your room.

“I just-” Changbin seems torn between repeating the lie from earlier-’I thought you’d be cold’-or coming clean and telling you the truth, and you can see the war happening on his features, his brow furrowed. “-I’m sorry. I realize now that it’s kinda weird. I’ve been kinda weird, and I won’t be offended if you’re severely creeped out right now.”

“I’m not.” You offer simply with a shrug, and he seems surprised.

“You’re not?”

“No.” You shrug again, fingers curling around the hoodie. You can smell the warm scent of lingering fire still folded into the fabric of the jacket. Changbin’s scent. “I think it’s sweet.”

Changbin’s shoulders visibly relax and you audibly hear him release the breath he’s been holding.

“You got jealous. Earlier.” Hyunjin points out now, chin cupped in his hand, as he watches the two of you shrewdly, one brow cocked, disappearing into long dark bangs. “At the coffee shop. I could smell it all over you.”

“God.” Changbin scrubs at his face with the heel of his hand, the blush back, staining his skin prettily. “Sometimes I really hate being so scent oriented.”

This is news to you.

You had known something was off-wrong even-due to the shift in Changbin’s scent, but Hyunjin saying he was jealous, knowing him well enough to pinpoint the exact change of his emotions, well, that was interesting, to say the least.

“Jealous?” You repeat dumbly, and for the second time in as many minutes, something clicks into place in your brain. “Because I said Minho-or whatever his name is-was pretty?”

Changbin’s silence and Hyunjin’s wicked smirk are the only answers you need.

“Wait, but Hyunjin and I-” You start, still trying to process all the thoughts you’re having by talking out loud. You wave a hand at the omega and glance at Changbin, willing him to get what you’re saying without actually saying it. He nods and you continue with relief. “And that didn’t bug you? Out of all things, that’s what I would have bet on honestly. I did think you wanted to kill me for as much when we first met.”

Changbin snorts cynically.

“Nah. That doesn’t bother me.”

“Why?” You ask before you can stop yourself and he looks caught off guard, the hand raising to the back of his neck again.

You reach out and take his fingers before he can rub the skin raw.

“Because he’s an omega?” You ask, not sure if you truly believe that’s even a viable option, not when it comes to Changbin, who seems like the least alphiest alpha you’ve ever met.

Changbin looks like he regrets ever starting this conversation in the first place.

Something else clicks in your brain, and your wolf purrs in contented agreement with what you’re about to ask next.

“Or because he’s part of our-?”

“Pack, yeah.” Changbin finishes your sentence before you can, and his voice is full of raw honesty, and the scent of smoke in the air spikes significantly.

It all makes sense now.

The way Changbin and Hyunjin acted around each other, the way you had slotted in between them like a missing puzzle piece, the way Changbin had acted when you called Minho pretty earlier, the way he had been off all night, the way he had offered you his hoodie so warily, the same hoodie that’s still balled between your hands, resting heavily in your lap.

The implications are so much more now.

Knowing this, you glance once more at Changbin, before you carefully unfold the hoodie and, holding his gaze, slip the material over your head.

You visibly catch the way Changbin’s breath hitches in his throat as you situate the hoodie over yourself, and something warm curls in the pit of your stomach, your wolf chuffing approvingly at the other alpha’s reaction.

Instantly, you’re surrounded by the warm, comforting scent of camping-coals and campfire and smoky summer nights-and for the first time, something ingrained deep within you feels like it’s finally right.

“Ah. Cute.” Hyunjin coos from his position on the couch, practically watching the two of you with heart eyes now, his glance taking in Changbin’s hoodie, which you’re currently swimming in.

“Don’t call me cute.” Changbin remarks off-handedly, though his gaze doesn’t leave your face, as if waiting for your next reaction.

“So.” You murmur, slightly out of your depth, not really sure what to do next. “What now?”

“Now we all mate and have pups and never leave each other’s sides and live happily ever after.” Hyunjin answers dryly with a roll of his eyes, dodging easily as Changbin lunges to grab him, laughing again. “Just kidding, just kidding!”

You watch them tussle on the floor for a moment, the warmth oozing from your chest down through the rest of your body, and before you can think, before you can even ask what your wolf is doing, you find yourself blurting out, “Hey. Can I kiss you?”

All motion stops, and two sets of wide eyes fall on your face.

It’s your turn to blush now.

Changbin sits up slowly, releasing his hold on Hyunjin, who straightens his own borrowed hoodie with a slight huff, and regards you with something akin to shocked seriousness.

Hyunjin, however, looks nothing but surprisingly curious.

“Which one of us?”

You shrug sheepishly, swallowing back the sudden embarrassment building in your throat, and force yourself to go on.

“Both of you?”

It’s a big step, considering you’ve never done anything even remotely intimate with Changbin and you’ve never even thought to initiate anything with Hyunjin since the whole “heat buddies” thing, and you all know it, judging by the way the air is suddenly heavy with a swirling cocktail of nervous scents.

“I mean-” Changbin chokes out, glancing at Hyunjin for support, as the omega merely shrugs.

“I’m cool with it.”

Changbin stares at the omega for another long moment and then he slowly nods.

“Yeah, I guess.”

“We don’t have to! If you don’t want to!” You blurt out, suddenly panicking, wondering if you’ve overstepped, wondering if maybe, you had overestimated what was being said by the hoodie.

“Are you kidding me?” Hyunjin rolls his eyes, his voice dripping with disbelief, as if you’re the stupidest person on the planet. “Changbin hasn’t shut up about wanting to kiss you since he met you that day at my apartment.”

Your jaw drops and Changbin looks like he once again wants to disappear from this plane of existence.

“Seriously?”

“Yeah, well, Hyunjin’s had a crush on you since the first day of your science class when you got picked as his lab partner!” Changbin splutters out accusingly and a little bit too loudly, as if it’s a competition of who can embarrass the other more.

Hyunjin looks as if he’s just been the victim of the biggest betrayal in all of history. “Hey! You promised you wouldn’t say anything!”

Before they can start an outright brawl, you laugh, the sound disbelieving and lighter than before, and both boys turn to look at you with matching expressions of something akin to this bitch crazy on their features.

“Oh my god. I like both of you too, you absolute idiots.”

Hyunjin shoves Changbin once, regardless, just for good measure, and dodges the alpha’s retaliation attack easily, his eyes never leaving your face.

“Wait, but you said-”

“I know what I said.” You wave your hand, sliding off the couch to crawl across the floor to sit in front of the pair, a dopey grin slipping across your lips as your knees all knock together. “But it wasn’t true. I was nursing a horrendously embarrassing crush on you all semester, and then you asked if we could just be heat buddies without it getting weird, and I didn’t wanna ruin our friendship, so I agreed.”

“Ah.” Hyunjin lets out a sound between his lips, as if it’s all starting to make sense.

“And you.” You turn your attention to Changbin, who still looks gobsmacked and like he doesn't quite believe what’s happening. “I just kind of told myself that you were obviously into Hyunjin, and he was obviously into you, so I’d be happy just to date you casually until you figured all your shit out. But somewhere along the way, I fell, and hard.”

“Huh.” Changbin grunts under his breath, as if just now realizing how stupid you’d all been.

“So anyway. Back to the original question.” You can’t seem to stop smiling, the grin permanently plastered on your face giddily, the butterflies swarming in your stomach. “Can I kiss you? Both of you?”

“It’s not sexy to ask.” Hyunjin sniffs, though you can tell he’s just as giddy as you, biting back a smile behind his teeth, all bright sunshine and sharp lemons. “Just do it already.”

“It’s always sexy to ask.” You quip back, already leaning in, his breath warm on your face, and you only hesitate momentarily before you fit your lips to his.

Kissing Hyunjin is exactly how you remember it-soft and warm and pliable-and he tastes like cool lemonade on a hot summer day, fingers tangling into your hair, whining in response as you flick your tongue along the curve of his lips.

God, you’d forgotten how responsive he is, and it absolutely does something for you, whipping your wolf into a frenzy.

You allow yourself a slight nip to the plush skin of his bottom lip before you pull back, giggling at his needy keen as you separate yourself from him, just enough to catch your breath, losing yourself for a moment in the dark, wide expanse of his blown pupils.

“God, you’re needy.” Hyunjin rolls his eyes and huffs, but when he speaks, he’s still breathless, which takes some of the sharpness from his retort.

“And you’re a tease.”

“I’m not.” You object, lips curving into the hint of a smirk, leaning into him once more, pulling away after one more chaste, quick kiss to his mouth, that leaves him scowling at you as he chases after your lips, fingers tangling into the front of Changbin’s hoodie, as if to physically keep you from moving away. “You’re just impatient, baby.”

Changbin lets out a harsh breath beside you, drawing your attention over to him now, and he’s watching you both intensely, looking a little dazed, his eyes flicking down to the slick string of spit that still connects your mouths even after you broke contact.

“God, that was incredibly hot.”

“Hmm?” You hum affirmatively beneath your breath in response, smirk returning, as you release your hold on Hyunjin, who reluctantly untangles his fingers from the hoodie to let you crawl toward Changbin. “You liked that, yeah? Would you like to watch us do it again, Binnie?”

You swing a leg over his hips, effectively straddling him, and he leans back on his elbows on the carpet, looking up at you, watching you with wide dark eyes, just beginning to swirl with molten gold.

“God yes.”

You can feel the truth behind his words, feel it in the way his body is reacting beneath the weight of your own, the way his hips buck slightly up into your core as you lean forward over him, making you bite back a sharp hiss of a gasp behind your teeth.

“Jinnie.” You murmur in a slightly commanding tone, not looking away from the fire of Changbin’s gaze, even as you beckon the omega over with a crook of your finger. “C’mere.”

Hyunjin comes willingly, the tart scent of his arousal-lemony and sharp-washing over you as he enters your space and you tilt your head expertly, just enough to slot your lips with his, one of your hands finding purchase at the back of his neck even as the other tangles into Changbin’s soft, dark hair.

Hyunjin molds himself against you with soft noises that go straight to your center, and Changbin writhes noticeably beneath your weight, growing harder and more worked up by the second, pinned between your thighs.

You know the other alpha could easily overpower you if he wanted, but there’s a selfish part of you that likes to think, as you kiss Hyunjin, sitting on top of him, that he’s enjoying being at your mercy, trapped beneath the two of you.

You’ve never topped another alpha before-hell, you’ve never been with another alpha before-but something inside of you likes it, your wolf likes it, purring almost possessively at the feel of Changbin’s body beneath your own.

You pop off of Hyunjin’s lips with a wet noise, and take a moment to admire the warm flush of his skin, the way his mouth is swollen and pink from kissing, slick with your combined spit, the way his stark cheekbones feel beneath the featherlight drag of your fingertips, the way he shudders with pleasure beneath the simplest swipe of your touch.

“Pretty, pretty.” You tsk beneath your breath, simply an observation, as you let your gaze slowly trace the sharp features of Hyunjin’s face.

You release your hold on the omega’s chin to glance down at Changbin, angling your body to lean over him once more, your lips now only a hair’s breadth from his own, the feel of his stuttered exhale warm as it washes across the tip of your tongue, darting out to wet your mouth.

His eyes follow the motion hungrily, and you smirk, hands slowly, surely, sliding down the strong curve of his biceps until they reach his own, fingers tangling together as you bring them up and above his head.

The air is heavy with frost drenched wisteria, mixing intoxicatingly with the tang of lemons and the heady scent of smoke.

Beside you, Hyunjin whines beneath his breath, low in his throat.

“What's a matter, baby?” You ask, eyes never leaving Changbin’s face.

“You’re literally killing me here. Are you gonna kiss or not?”

“What did I say about being impatient?” You hum back, though there’s no real bite to your words. “Wait your turn, baby.”

You release your hold on one of Changbin’s hands to drag your fingers down the arch of his cheekbone, not missing the way his breath catches in his chest as you press a finger between the part of his lips and into his mouth, his saliva hot and wet as it coats your skin.

He nips lightly at the tip of your finger and everything inside of you clenches up at once.

“He’s got a point, baby girl.” Changbin growls beneath his breath, and the pet name goes straight to your core, his eyes dark and completely golden now, like a hot, swirling pool of minted coin. “You sure are taking your time.” He cocks a brow as you thumb over his lips once more, wetting them with the saliva from your finger. “Enjoying yourself?”

“Are you?” You challenge back, and just because you want to be a little petty, you roll your hips, just once, hard, against his own.

His reaction is instantaneous, eyes rolling back into his head, body arching, as a low, deep groan slips past his lips, hands flying up to your sides, fingers digging almost painfully into your hips, as if to ground himself.

“Ah. That’s what I thought.” You remark somewhat smugly, as he takes in a deep, grounding breath and shoots you a glare with little to no bite, chest heaving with the effort to remain in control. You lean forward and tap the end of his nose with your finger, still wet from his tongue. “Be a good boy, baby, and wait a little longer, hm?”

You sit back up and glance over at Hyunjin, who looks like he might have been previously drooling-pupils large and dark-open hunger clear on his pretty features.

Something else hangs in the air now, a scent that’s muted slightly, but no less tantalizing, hiding behind the mixture of your own.

Slick.

Your mouth waters, and you glance down at the other alpha beneath you, and his expression is hot, intense, almost feral.

You both want.

“What do you say we-” You slide off of your spot atop Changbin and he pushes himself up on his elbows, hungry gaze immediately drawn to Hyunjin, who suddenly looks a whole lot like a deer caught by predators at the end of a chase.

His chest is heaving, lips parted, eyes large and dark and endless.

“-take apart our pretty omega-piece by piece, together-first?”

Changbin growls low in his chest from beside you, and Hyunjin shudders deliciously in response, a whimper creeping past his lips.

You can almost see the curve of his throat as he bares it for his alphas.

“Please.”

“Please what?” You query silkily, voice practically a dangerous purr now, as Hyunjin melts under your joined gaze, but makes no effort to move away as you both close in on him. “Be a good omega for alpha and use your words, baby.”

He whines, and Changbin reaches out to tangle his fingers in the omega’s long dark hair, tugging his head back with just enough force to connect your gazes.

“What do you want, Jinnie? Say it.”

The air is heavy with the smell of pheromones now-you and Changbin’s strong, heady alpha ones, and Hyunjins delicate, but no less intoxicating, omega ones-and you can see it, can see the way he struggles to find his words, to push down the primal urge of the wolf snapping in the depths of his eyes.

“I want-” He pants out, stuttering over his words as Changbin sweeps the pad of his thumb across his full bottom lip, dipping inside to wet his skin with the omega’s saliva. “-you.”

“Who?” You ask, pushing him further, simply because your wolf demands it.

“Both of you.”

“What’s the magic word?” Changbin hums throatily beneath his breath, the omega’s chin pinned firmly in his large hand now. “Say it, baby.”

“Alphas-” Hyunjin whines, squirming in your hold now, practically begging you-either of you-to make a move. The smell of slick in the air is overwhelming now, in the best way.

“Please.”

Changbin glances at you wordlessly, triumphantly, and you smirk, leaning over to press a kiss to the flushed skin of Hyunjin’s bared throat.

The scent of lemons is so strong, it’s making you dizzy.

“Good boy.”

*****

Hyunjin slides into his spot beside you, out of breath, late, and glances at the board, dodging a glare from your professor as he leans over and thumps his book bag onto the ground with a heavy sort of sound that makes you wince.

You shoot him a smug, sidelong glance and he sticks his tongue out at you silently as he leans over to untangle a pencil from the messy insides of his bag.

You lean over and poke at the scarf he wears tightly wound around his neck, asking beneath your breath, “Why are you wearing a scarf? It’s practically spring outside.”

“You know why.” Hyunjin hisses back, glaring at you, before he shoves your hand away from his conspicuous fashion choice.

“Do I?” You hum beneath your breath, teasing him now, as you flash him a smirk and tap your pen end over end in a show of fake consideration.

“You and Changbin-hyung practically ruined my neck.” The omega huffs quietly, put out, as he crosses his arms over his chest in a dramatic pout.

The motion causes the scarf to slip off his shoulder slightly, and you catch just a hint of a dark, purple bruise blossoming across his collarbone before he shrugs the accessory back into place with an annoyed scoff.

The sight of the hickey-the hickey you had put there-sends a surge of protective warmth through you, and you lean over to nuzzle his neck affectionately, pressing a kiss to the bottom of his jaw, even as he makes a show of not wanting the attention.

The warm smell of lemons gives him away anyway.

“Sorry.” You apologize, but don’t mean it in the slightest, almost giddy with happiness.

The omega shoots you another scowl, but it’s affectionate now and you decide to take it as a win.

Your professor finishes the lecture, and you’re just scratching the last of your notes down, when someone bumps into your chair, jostling your arm and sending a spray of dark ink across the previously neat page.

“Oh shit, sorry!”

You glance up, scent spiking with annoyance, but the biting words you had planned die on your tongue as you come face to face with one of the cutest people you’ve ever seen.

Maybe it’s the wide, dark set of his eyes-fanned with long, curling lashes-or the overly exaggerated curve of his full cheeks, making him look oddly reminiscent of a chipmunk, but whatever it is, you’re suddenly speechless, staring at him with your mouth open.

Thankfully, the adorable stranger doesn’t seem to notice your current dilemma, rubbing at his cheek sheepishly before offering you a heart shaped grin, which somehow, only increases your oddly strange fondness.

“Sorry.” He apologizes again, glancing between you and Hyunjin, before he continues, voice halting and slightly accented. “I just transferred here, first day in this department, and look, I’m already making enemies.”

He laughs slightly awkwardly, and you’re suddenly hit full in the face by the scent of clean, fresh laundry.

You audibly gulp.

Thankfully, said stranger doesn’t seem to notice this either, or he mercifully chooses to ignore you openly making a fool of yourself.

“Ah,yeah, no, you’re good.” You finally manage to spit out, all too aware of Hyunjin’s smugly amused gaze now fully focused on you. You clear your throat and shut your notebook as you ask in what you hope is a casual tone, “What department were you in before?”

“Dance!” The stranger bounces excitedly on the balls of his feet as he watches you gather up your textbooks and supplies with open curiosity, stepping back to allow you the room to stand and shove your hastily gathered belongings into the open maw of your backpack.

“My boyfriend, Lee Minho? You might know him. He said I had potential but-” The boy pulls a face, almost a grimace, and then the bright shiny grin is back, transforming his face into a heart. “-I didn't love it like he does. So I gave up and decided the sedentary life of the sciences is more for me.”

He laughs again, and you almost don’t hear it, because the name he’s just said is tickling the back of your mind.

Where do you know that name? Where have you heard it before? Lee? Minho?

Beside you, Hyunjin chokes on his spit, and the stranger suddenly looks concerned for your omega boyfriend’s welfare, reaching out to slap him amicably on the back as he coughs.

“You okay there?”

“Yeah, I just-” Hyunjin gasps, reaching for his water bottle and taking a gulp before he can continue. “-did you say Minho?”

It’s the strange boy’s turn to look confused now.

“Yeah.”

“Like-” Hyunjin shoots you a shocked glance, and you can see it already, the wheels of mischief turning in his pretty head. “-dance department ice king Lee Mino? That Lee Minho?”

‘Yeah-” The stranger chuckles awkwardly, tugging at a stray strand of hair that rests at the base of his neck. “I know he kinda has a reputation, but he’s actually really sweet.”

You silently shake your head at Hyunjin, wordlessly mouthing what you hope comes off as no, don’t do it, please don’t embarrass both of us like this, don’t put your foot in your mouth, I swear to God, Hwang Hyunjin-

The omega ignores you, turning to the stranger and offering him his hand, nails painted bright pink from the night before, when you had insisted he let you try out the shade, a slight smirk on his full lips now.

“Hwang Hyunjin. Nice to meet you.”

If the boy is shocked at the forward, sudden introduction, he doesn’t show it, immediately slapping his hand into Hyunjin’s and shaking it with a little bit more vigor than is necessary.

“Han Jisung. Likewise.”

“And this-” Hyunjin tugs you to his side, and you stumble over your own feet, cursing your stupidity and the omega’s need for constant chaos silently in your mind. “-is my lovely girlfriend, (Y/N).”

Jisung looks slightly surprised at Hyunjin’s words, but recovers quickly, offering you his hand with a large grin as he repeats the previous, enthusiastic handshake once more.

“Pleasure, (Y/N).”

“Yeah.” You offer stupidly, letting him shake your hand in his like a limp fish, as Hyunjin shoots you a knowing look from the corner of his eye, before tossing his arm over Jisung’s shoulders and shepherding him toward the door.

“We were just about to go get coffee. Come with us!”

You hope he can feel you trying to murder him with your eyes.

“Sure, I’d like that!” Jisung readily agrees, glancing over his shoulder at you.

You offer him what you hope is a normal looking smile, but feels more like a grimace.

“So, Lee Minho, huh? How’d you manage that? (Y/N) thinks he’s hella pretty by the way, but don’t tell her I said that.”

You sigh, trailing behind the giggling duo, and wish you could set fire to someone with just your gaze, as the smell of clean laundry wafts back to you on the breeze.

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